19 Husband

Demona came back to reality. His body nerves informed his brain of a soft contact with something he could not quite put together. 

When his eyes finally opened, he could not quite understand at first until, he felt Sofia, truly, hugging him.

He was frozen, like a newly beluilt statue.

"What ... What are you doing?"

Sofia's voice sounded hurt yet very very tender.

"You... " she trailed off, looking up into his eyes, due to the fact that he was taller.

"You looked like you needed a hug."

Demona was dumbfounded, shocked, perplexed, and every word that circulated around these words was his emotion at this point.

She pulled away slowly, feeling odd that from what she had just done.

"I will . . . be leaving now!"

She said solemnly. She actually wanted to leave because he yelled at her.

Did he hate her that much?