The act of holding her was that of a genuine affection, an affection that shouldn't have been there in the first place. She was in a committed relationship and he had no intention of being in one. Even if he succeeded in conquering her heart through his touch, he would never stay. He is a loner after all. Commitment has never been his forte. This moment was dangerous. She was still lying in his hold, feeling helpless even though it just needed a slight push to break away. She was shifting uncomfortably but never breaking away. “You can’t be trusted” she said, something he already knew. A slight shameless nod was all she got from him. He loosened his grip a little bit making it clear that she had full freedom to break off the embrace. She wanted to, but she knew that a small persuasion from him, and she could stay in that moment for ever. He, himself, was scared of the intimacy but this time he was addicted to it, addicted to her, her smell, her brace. They both were in love with that moment. But the moment passed away.
