Brandy
Once we were inside, I shut the door gently and leaned my forehead against the cool wood. It probably wasn’t the best idea, since I was sure I was leaving a blood smear all over the white paint, but I wasn’t ready to face him, and the coolness helped ease the pounding.
I felt more than heard Nate shift. I felt him surrounding me without ever touching me. His forearms rested on either side of my shoulders, the heat from his chest surrounding me. His closeness calmed me, comforted me, and I was able to relax and ease into my tumultuous and confusing storm of emotions.
The adrenaline had worn off while I’d cuddled with my brother. It had taken a lot to control the bouts of shaking that tried to take over as the shock of everything set in. I didn’t suppress it now. I was practically
