Nash covered his face with one hand and reached for Orla with the other, finding a home in her dark waves. “She didn’t wake up?” “Nope. Just Rubi, but he didn’t see you.” “Fuck.” Nash’s jaw clenched. “Fuck.” I rubbed his chest, trying to soothe his racing pulse. “Breathe slower.” It came out like an order, one that Nash obeyed. He let his hand fall from his face and closed his eyes. I stayed where I was until I was sure he’d passed out, but as I rose, his calloused hand found mine in the dark. “Stay. Please?”
