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felt was this unraveling inside of her, and she didn’t know why it was claiming her right now.
    “Hey.”
    She wiped a few tears away and looked at him. He looked uncomfortable for a second as he stared at her with knitted brows. A hard, gasping sob left her, and her vision blurred as her tears refused to stop. “I-I’m sorry.” Her words were stuttered as they came from her. She felt broken, felt like she didn’t have a grasp on reality and was about to float away into nothingness. But maybe that nothingness was what she wanted, because that would be better than being something that didn’t mean anything to anyone. Wiping the tears away she sucked in a large lungful of air and turned her head so she was no longer staring him. She had never broken down like this before. She opened her mouth, maybe to tell him just that, but nothing came out. Before she knew what was happening he was sitting on the bed beside her and had his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her in close to him, and she didn’t stop herself from resting her head on his shoulder, and clutching at his shirt. Right now she didn’t worry about how weird and foolish this was. All Adrianna did was feel the warmth of his big, hard body pressed against hers, and let the sound of his heart beating a steady rhythm calm her.

Chapter Four

    Malice held her, this small woman who was trembling and sobbing against him. He had never been the cuddling, comforting type. Even when he had been with Molly he had never done this shit, but then again Molly had always been a strong, independent woman, and kept a lot of things buried inside of her. This girl was built like a woman, all lush curves that were for a man to hold onto, but right now she seemed so frail and small pressed against him. He shifted on the bed and pulled her even closer to him. She clutched at him, pulled at his cut as she gripped him like her life depended on it. “Hey now.” He tried to speak in a soothing voice, but it came out all gruff and shit. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so he could look in her face. His heart fucking broke at the sight of the tears that streamed down her cheeks. Something in him shifted, and he found himself brushing away the beads of her sadness with his thumbs. “No one that hurts you is worth your tears.” Malice would have probably felt like a fucking pussy on any other occasion for saying these things, but for some reason he didn’t feel like that saying them to her.
    “I really am sorry about all of this.” She sniffled and wiped the rest of her tears away. “I don’t just break down like a freak in front of strangers.” She smiled, but it was one of those sad smiles that broken his heart even more. “I don’t break down at all, so this is totally not me right now." She went to pull away, but Malice wasn’t ready to let her go. Not yet at least. When he curled his fingers into her a little more and stopped her retreat she glanced up at him with a bit of confusion, but also relief.
    “You’re not used to comfort.” He didn’t state it like a question
    She shook her head, but at least she went back to letting him hold her. “No, I’m not.”
    He wrapped his arms full around her shoulders and just held her. The scent of her surrounded him, and he actually found himself leaning down so that the tip of his nose brushed the top of her head. Malice actually inhaled deeply, smelled her fucking hair like some kind of pervert, but he didn’t give a shit. It felt good, and she smelled incredible, like the fresh rain and something sweet and floral. Yeah, sniffing her like some kind of damn animal probably was the creepiest thing he had ever done, but it was what it was, and it felt really damn right. “Truthfully, I’m not used to giving out comfort, so I suppose you and me are one and the same.”
    She leaned back enough that she could look into his face. “Really?”
    He nodded. Malice reached out and pushed her long bangs away from her