“You let me do that.” Simple. She shrugged and moved back a little bit more. “You didn’t freak out.”
“I trust you; I told you that,” he stated simply, fingers twitching against her back as he continued the hug, mentally vowing to keep on going until she pushed him away, or he got too uncomfortable.
She could feel him shifting against her hold; not like he was trying to get away, but like he didn’t know how to be comfortable in a hug. Leaning her head on his shoulder again, she stroked down his back, trying not to let her mind wander off into places it had no business going. She wished she had better control of her body, though.
Although at least, since she was a girl, he wouldn’t be able to tell. Sometimes she hated herself for the way she became attached so quickly, the way she found almost everyone attractive. It felt like cheating to simply excuse it as hormones, too.