“You’re here,” I whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss only long enough to say them before I was claiming her again. “I’m here.” She gripped my damp hair in her hands, pressing her forehead to mine. “I’m so sorry, Vince. I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I’m like this.” “Stop.” I shook my head, kissing her silent. “It’s not your fault. And for the record, I still want to murder that piece of shit for making you feel this way.” “Don’t worry, I beat you to it.”
