Emily POV
Michael said he'd be outside and didn't detract at all from the uncertainty I managed to feel at the moment.
"Ready?" he asks in the middle of my deep silence, making me realize that I had lost my gaze on the horizon without even realizing it.
At his call, I look up from the ground and face him.
"Ready" I think I mumble, but at this point of tension I didn't connect very well what my head was thinking and what my mouth was saying: "You can go for it."
Go to me haltingly and then nod. He goes to the door with hesitation and before advancing to it, he makes a sharp turn and pounces on me wrapping my torso between his arms from one moment to the next without letting me foresee it, taking care of course not to step on the skirt of my dress but holding me tightly.
At the gesture, I freeze, staring at nothingness behind his back as his hands fully grasp my upper back in an embrace that wasn't planning on being severed any time soon.
