GAHRYE
Gahrye used his thumbs to wipe Kalle's cheeks as she stared up at him, pleading. He ached to stop her tears, but understood. His own throat pinched. The feelings were… overwhelming. Joy, excitement, fear… they were all there. And as he saw fear flash in her eyes, he yearned to reassure her.
"I won't pull away again," he whispered. "You're safe."
Her face crumpled and she leaned into his chest for a second. He held her, eyes closed, his nose buried in her hair and inhaling her perfect scent.
"See what I mean?" she said into his chest, her voice muffled as she clung to him. "Way out of my league," she sniffed.
"Kalle—"
