My Stepsister Stole My Groom
I can't ask him to tell me in detail what happened when I know I can't do the same.
"I have no idea what happened, but I am sure I can offer some form of comfort," I say, stretching my arms to him. He raises his eyebrow in confusion. "Don't you want a hug?"
He shakes his head slowly and I am tempted to drop my hand but I could kill two birds with one stone here; the paparazzi would get a canddi shot and he would be comforted as well.
"I hear that hugs do something marvellous to the brain," I say, and this time he leans in. The hug feels strange, almost foreign... but after a few seconds, it settles into something natural; we hold each other for a few seconds and then pull apart.