As she said the words, Nash shifted closer, pressing his face against my thigh. It was kind of cute, but it wrenched home what had brought me here in the first place. How he’d needed me to calm him the fuck down when Orla had been right fuckin’ there. I need them both. I’d lost count of the times he’d said that in his tortured sleep. Could only deal with it because he didn’t seem tortured now.
