Tears streamed down her face as she desperately tried to wrench her hand from his grasp.
For a split second, he let go, and she turned to run. But in the next instant, he had her tightly in his arms again.
Her struggles were futile against his iron grip. He held her tight, refusing to let go.
The chill wind whipped around them, the festivity of Christmas unable to dispel the biting cold. She shivered slightly in his arms, but his embrace generously transferred warmth to her.
A sense of calm suddenly washed over him. He had waited for this moment for so, so long. From the first day she left, through countless days of searching for her, from their first reunion on the university campus, to that fleeting glimpse at the company... He himself didn't know where he'd found such willpower, or how much self-control it had taken to hold back. I absolutely have to hold back. If he scared her off, who knew when they would ever meet again.
