His hands were still on my body, embracing me warmly. His fingers squeezed my shoulder, producing a comfortable feeling that made me feel safe. While my hands were currently clenched tightly in front of my body, I was about to get rid of his hands but I couldn't do that. I felt comfortable in this man's arms even for a moment. My hand even refused to be ordered by its master.
Now and then, the sound of sobs that I was hiding heard softly on my trembling lips, then I tried to hold it in my dry throat. Biting my lip, I hoped that this time my voice wasn't heard.
After hearing his answer, I couldn't say anything, other than to keep crying even though I didn't want to.
I couldn't describe how I felt right now. What do I feel? Why am I crying like this? Everything was mixed up in my chest.
