In a single moment she was caged in warmth, his embrace felt like a safe place she never wanted to leave.
For a second, her hands moved to hold him back but they halted on their own as an immense fear suddenly rushed through her.
One would hurt in equal amounts as one had felt joy, she would break a hundred and thousand times equal to how much joy she was feeling from being in his arms. She would hurt a thousand times more.
Instead of wrapping her arms around him, Anne pushed against his chest pulling away from his embrace.
It was astonishing how rigid and harsh the man was, yet he never forced her to do anything she didn't want to. He would touch her only with her consent, hold her with her consent and let her go when she wished.
