Jules' pov
It felt like I was no longer floating away. It felt like I was finally on solid grounds. His arms felt firm and solid around me, chest warm and scent filling up my nostrils.
I gripped him tightly, refusing to let go for a moment because I was scared that this was something I was making up in my mind and not actually happening in reality.
"Shh." His voice was low as he shushed me. I felt the vibrations from the middle of his chest and I suddenly got the urge to burrow into him even more as I tried to stop my tears from coming.
"I'm sorry, please don't send me away." I whispered.
I wasn't sure of the amount of times I've repeated that sentence. I had said it over and over again and have completely lost Clint count at this point.
