“It felt like mine stopped too.”
That almost destroyed me.
Right there on the porch.
After everything I’d survived?—
everything I’d seen?—
this woman saying those words hit harder than all of it.
I closed my eyes briefly.
Trying to breathe through the feeling crashing into me.
Then finally?—
quietly—
truthfully—
“I don’t know how to survive losing you now.”
Silence.
Deep and heavy and emotional.
Flick’s eyes filled instantly.
And then she kissed me.
Soft at first.
Tentative.
Like she was pouring every unspoken feeling between us into that single touch.
My restraint snapped immediately.
One hand slid into her wet hair while I kissed her back harder.
Need.
Relief.
Fear.
Love.
All tangled together between us.
She made the smallest sound against my mouth?—
and suddenly I was addicted to it.
Completely gone.
Her fingers clutched my jacket tighter as the storm rolled around us and the entire world disappeared beneath the feeling of her.
