Annabelle placed Colin’s hands on her waist, pulled his head to her bosom and wrapped her slim arms around him.
Annabelle soon began to regret her instinctive reaction as Colin went stiff in her arms. He needed comfort and this was how she was use to giving it.
It was becoming obvious to her that it was either too late in his life to learn how to be held, or too late in his grieving to be consoled.
Annabelle pulled back and placed her hands around his face. Lifting his face to hers she whispered, “I am so sorry for your loss,” and brought her lips down onto his.