Feeling this unfamiliar body weight nearly embed me into the uncomfortable cold firmness of the floor at my back, my neck had been cradled by a strong hand keeping me in place, as the second was set carefully on the curve of my waist to keep from being erotic in a moment of life’s frailty being called into question. But before my eyes would need to pull from their swift close, I was well aware by the possessive context of this hold that I was in Warren’s arms. To verify this, my eyes would come open to the sight of him looking down at me with the entire scene ripped to chaos at his back, having left us both focused solely on each other.
“Are you alright?” He would ask while carrying this second hand to my face as I was winded from the tackle but breathless from his uncommon kindness. As
