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Ethan sprang to his feet as soon as I set the tray down, the porcelain hardly making a sound against the polished table before he was already making his way across the room. I barely had a moment to brace myself before he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as if he feared I'd vanish if he loosened his grip even just a bit.
The force of it knocked the breath from my lungs; his chest was solid against mine, and I could feel his heart racing through my clothes.
For a split second, I thought he might actually crush me, but I didn't pull away laughing telling him to let go like I usually would. I didn't say a word. I just stood there, letting him hold me while my arms instinctively wrapped around the back of his jacket, my fingers clutching the fabric as if it was my only lifeline to reality. His familiar scent, a mix of warmth and comfort...made my throat tighten painfully.
