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“April, look at me.”

She opens one eye. Then the other.

“Oh.”

I grip her tighter. “Are you hurt?”

She blinks. “Holy shit.”

“April.”

“Holy shit!”

“Are. You. Hurt?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

I examine her anyway. Her face. Her arms. Her legs.

I am holding her against my chest, and I cannot seem to make myself release her.

“Gabriel?”

“Does anything hurt?”

“My pride.”

“April.”

“And maybe my elbow. But I think that’s from hitting the wall when you caught me.”

I close my eyes. Relief hits so hard that for a moment it seems my vision goes hazy. I press my forehead against hers. I cannot speak; I can only hold her.

Feel her breathing. Feel the beat of her heart thumping against my chest.

She’s okay. She’s all right.

“Gabriel?”

I open my eyes.

She’s looking at me.

Not with her usual teasing expression. Something else. Something full of emotion, yet softer at the same time.

“You caught me.”

“Yes.”

“You actually caught me.”

“I did.”

Her gaze moves over my face. Then down my chest. Then farther.

“You’re naked.”

I stare at her. Of all the things she could possibly say. “April.”