After a long beat, he exhaled a resigned breath and rested his head on top on mine. “This is the part where I go out and lose my mind.” Taking his hand in mine, I entwined our fingers and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I know.” “I don’t know how much more I can take,” he admitted quietly, head bowed, gaze trained on our joined hands. “How much more he can push me until I snap and throw it all away.” “You’ve got another night in you,” I told him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You can hold on for one more night.”
