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For a while, we just stay there.

Me over her.

Her holding me.

No one in charge of anything.

Eventually she whispers, “You're really home?”

Something aches behind my ribs. “Yeah.”

“For how long?”

There it is.

The question I would've panicked over five weeks ago.

I think about Austin.

The writing rooms.

The demos I'm supposed to send.

The new names in my phone.

The song that might end up on an album heard by millions of people.

I think about Micah's hand in mine on the drive home.

Cami under me.

Ronan's coffee setup downstairs.

Griffin probably asleep already because some people have responsible careers.

I smile. “Until I go somewhere again.”

Cami studies me.

Then smiles back.

“Good answer.”

I kiss her nose.

“Yeah.”

It is.

Because going somewhere isn't the same thing as leaving.

Turns out I had to leave for four weeks to finally figure that out.

Chapter thirty-four

Calm Emotions

Dex