" Rather than pull away, he’d begun rubbing her hand between his. “I suspect, Katie, there’s a great deal you hold inside from that time.” “Too much,” she whispered. One of his arms slid around her shoulders and pulled her close once more. Katie melted against him, welcoming his warmth and his embrace. She’d expected him to toss her out upon hearing she was no better than a thief. Instead, she was offered comfort. "
― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)