A low groan escapes. He breathes me in, holding my face in his strong hands. But even with all his strength, he handles me with infinite tenderness. "God you're beautiful," he breaks away with a whisper, rolling his forehead on mine. "You're not real."
I look at him. My chest swells as some reverent force lights insides me. Throwing my arms around him, I squeeze as hard as possible, trying to hold onto him, trying to bring us together in one solid mass. He squeezes back, molding my body to his as he pulls me up, off the ground. We're entangled in this hard, heavy hug and all I can feel is Reid's heart. It pounds through his chest and into mine.
"I didn't know it would feel like this," I whisper.