It Had To Be You

She did her best to appear as though she hadn’t just been sitting in an interrogation room for hours being questioned about a crime she hadn’t committed. But as it turned out, the pretense was far too much for her overloaded emotions, and she closed her eyes, trying to disappear into the seat. If she disappeared, then he couldn’t see her fall apart.

“You okay?” he asked.

Her throat tightened further, and she shook her head. Nope. Not okay. Not even close. “Don’t,” she said.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t be nice to me right now. I’ll lose it.”

With surprising gentleness, he pushed the hair from her face, then clicked open her seatbelt.

It was all the invitation she was going to get, and all the invitation she needed. Turning to him, she burrowed in as steady, strong arms closed around her. He stroked a hand down her back, and she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, soaking in the warm comfort he offered.
It was the safest and most secure she’d felt in far too long and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to let go.

“Ali.”

Afraid he was going to pull away before she was done soaking him in, she squirmed a little closer. “Please not yet.”

He tightened his grip. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Thank God. For just this one second, someone had her.