Although my throat itched with trapped words that yearned to express my feelings for the man, I swallowed them down as I buried my face in the comfort of his shirt.
“I’ve just been a bit depressed,” I admitted, my voice heavy with sorrow.
“Depressed? Why?” Kyle’s voice held tangible concern as it wove through the air between us.
A heartbeat later, the cadence of his tone shifted as he became aware of our position once more, and I clung desperately to his waist as he attempted to pry himself from my grasp. His warmth, the strength of his embrace, and even the scent of his clothing provided me with much-needed comfort that I could not let go of. As I breathed in, I could feel his body shiver involuntarily in my arms. I braced myself for another attempted escape, but instead, he seemed to resign himself to the position as he enfolded me tighter within his arms.
“Why would you feel such despair?” he breathed, his brow furrowed in anxiety.
