NIRELLE

His body stiffens and then begins to relax, and before I know it, he is wrapping his hands across my body in return. I feel the plastic bag drop to the floor beside our legs, but I do not move away. I really do not know how I was hugging him because the thought of this kind of intimacy scared me a bit, but my urge to console him was greater than the feeling of fear in me.

"I am sorry," I hear him whisper into my hair, and I hate that he is apologising. It did not matter how much I ...