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"I'm sorry I pushed you away then, Galrick." You whispered, cradled into his arms. "I…I was scared." You felt your heart racing as intensely as it did during your fight with the red lynx. You brought your hands to your chest, as if to calm the beating.
"Are you still scared, now?" Hearing his voice reminded you of how you missed it, ever since he left. "No, I'm not."
You became aware of his soft touch against your bare skin, his fingers grazing against your waist and stomach.
"Galrick, I—" Interrupting your sentence, you felt his hand traveling downward, under the blanket. Both silent, cuddled against each other, your breathing hitched as his fingers found their way through your unkempt hair.
