She stepped away from the broken ceramic, even though at this point it would be difficult to know if she'd feel a shard in her feet, she was numb. She was still looking down at the floor when he pulled her in and it felt so good to have his arms around her.
Her arms circled his neck and clung to him. Should she had even said a word now? Everything felt so panicked, she half expected him to fly off the handle in one fashion or another. Why couldn't she tell what he was thinking---more than that, what was she thinking?