"Shh... don’t say anything," he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion. "Just let me hold you. I’ve missed you so much."
His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Emily stood there, stunned and unsure of how to respond. But eventually, she softened in his arms, choosing to remain silent and let him hold her. At that moment, no words were needed. The quiet embrace spoke volumes.
After a while, Nicholas finally pulled back slightly, his hands gently cupping Emily’s face. She looked at him quietly, her eyes searching his.
“Did something happen?” she asked softly.
Nicholas shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips—soft and tender, as though he was afraid she might break.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Before she could respond, he wrapped her in his arms again, burying his face in the curve of her neck. His breath was warm against her skin as he continued.