Mary shivered slightly at the touch.  It was weird, funny feeling but not bad.  And Mya's hands were just as hot as her skin had been while pressed up against Mary's on the bed.  The way she held Mary was like someone saying something really important, really intimate.  That wasn't normal for her.  It felt odd, but it was pleasant all the same.  It seemed the most natural thing in the world to take that half step towards Mya and let her arms wrap around the other girl in an embrace.  Mary's head rested on Mya's shoulder, brown hair still paler than brown skin, and she held on tightly, almost scarily so.  Like she craved the human contact and didn't get it a lot.<br/><br/><strong>"Please hug me,"</strong>she said.