She walked over to him hesitantly, they hadn't spoke in months. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her abdomen. She didn't want to be this close to him. She didn't want to take in his scent, to ignite all those memories kept in the back of her heart. He pulled her onto a hug on top of him. She could feel his breath on her ear. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, barely audible. It wasn't logic, not after everything he'd put her through. But that was all it took. And suddenly she was hugging him back. And his scent was capturing new memories.