Malachi slid his arms around her when she leaned into him. His hands ran down her arms as his mouth dropped down to gently kiss the side of her neck, burying his face into her shoulder. She smelled sweet and feminine, like she always did. It wasn't easy for him to just relax right now. He wanted it to be, but it wasn't. He could almost see her running away from Nicodemus. "You okay?" he whispered, softly.