His warmth and smell surround me as he pulls me into his chest. I don’t want to cry. So I focus on the rapid beat of his heart. It pounds heavily against his solid chest.
"I was lost without you." His words and the gentle stroke of his hand down my back have my nerve endings on fire. What is happening to me? These feelings that rush through my body make me feel like breathing him in is the only right thing to do. Like he’s my oxygen, my life support, and if I lose him again, I won’t survive. I move out of his arms with reluctance, but I need to answer him.
"Me, too."
He visibly takes in a deep breath, his hands on my arms. I’m not sure if he’s aware of his movements. He rubs his hands up and down my arms, causing a frenzy inside me. My thoughts veer off the PG-13 road again, and I know I need to stop them, for a million reasons. One reason is that we’re in a very public place, and we’ve already drawn attention from passersby and the elderly couple.