Hold on My Heart

And as she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his slim torso, Cheshire could barely stand anymore. It took him a moment to lift his arms to encompass her small form, but once he had he buried his face into her hair and breathed in the comfortingly familiar scent of her. He could have collapsed right there, all of the bones in his body cracking and shattering as he hit the floor, because at least March would have been there to pick the pieces up and put them back together.