Well if he isn’t going to hug her, she’s going to hug him. She doesn’t care how long it’s been. Things happen. People disappear. She’s never been one to stay in place for very long either.
“So…did you go anywhere exciting?”
She’s warm where she presses against him, all lean lines and soft skin. Her hair smells like the kind of clean that can’t come out of a bottle, and he gives himself a moment to fold against her, to breathe her in.
“Not really. Unless you count Wisconsin as an exciting place.”









