Edrick
In her fit of anger, Moana threw a pillow, of all things, on the floor. She stood there silently after she did it, breathing heavily through flaring nostrils with her fists clenched at her sides. At that moment, she looked adorably small and helpless, like an angry child. But she wasn’t a child; she was a woman, and my actions had upset her.
For some reason, seeing Moana act so passionately made me want to hold her. Without a word, I walked past the discarded pillow and pulled her tightly into my arms.
She stiffened at first, shocked by my sudden display of affection, before she finally relaxed into me. Her petite body pressing against me made me feel warm all over, and for a long time, I just held her there in the middle of the living room. I didn’t want to get too close, but I
