Sandy's POV
I remained frozen in that position, uncertain how much time had passed, feeling the solid weight of Charles' arms encircling me, anchoring me against him.
His face buried itself against my chest, nestled between my breasts. The realization hit me clearly now - he was seeking comfort from me.
His body remained rigid with tension, wrestling with demons I couldn't perceive. Yet his grip on me was unwavering, and somehow it felt natural.
Without conscious thought, my hands began to move.
My fingertips explored the expansive curve of his shoulders, sensing the powerful muscles beneath his shirt. Then, with tentative movements, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, the silken strands sliding against my palms.
The gesture was tender. Surprisingly, it brought me peace. The fury that had consumed me moments before seemed to dissolve into something gentler, something more manageable.
