158(2)

Hayes steps closer and pulls me into a hug. It’s brief, almost formal, but the feel of his strong arms around me sends shivers down my spine. 

I don’t want him to let go, but he does, stepping back and holding the chair for me.

I slide into the seat, murmuring a quiet “thank you.”

He nods and takes his own seat, gesturing for the waiter. As Hayes speaks to him, ordering for the both of us, I