Her sobs were muffled against his chest, but he could feel the vibration of them deep in his own bones. The sound of it made his heart ache.
He wanted to move. He wanted to tell her she was being inappropriate. But he remained still, paralyzed by some strange longing that consumed him out of nowhere.
Her head fit perfectly under his chin; her scent, something like the bloom of magnolias filled his senses, drowning out the memories of any expensive fragrance he had ever liked.
He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, his hands twitching at his sides before he finally, hesitantly, rested them on her back.
After a while, the intensity of her sobbing slowed. She stepped back, though she didn't move far. She looked up into his eyes, her face flushed and her lashes wet.
The moment their eyes met at such a close distance, all the breath was knocked out of Adrian's chest.
"You..." he began to speak, his voice husky and uncertain.
