Cloe POV
Being carried by Richard didn't feel the same as when Storm or Uncle Simon carries me. I couldn't put my finger on why it was different; it just was. Not that I was complaining, he appeared to enjoy carrying me.
Oh! A sudden idea ran through my mind.
Richard held me like I was something fragile and would break at any moment, while Uncle Simon and Storm held me like I was precious, holding me close to their chests, and gave me the feeling of being loved. Not that I am saying my brother doesn't love me, he doesn't know how to act around me yet, I can see his love, and that he cares, but I am damaged goods; he wants to repair, or he is hunting for the girl he knew, who no longer exists.
It made my heart race when Richard said he was open to moving closer. I liked that idea very
