He says my name like it’s been on the tip of his tongue, whispered into every breath he’s taken. “Paedyn.” Then he opens his arms. A quiet sob slips past my lips as I crawl into his lap. Strong arms fold around me before I bury my face in his bare chest. He runs a hand down my short hair, holding my neck as I shake against him. “He didn’t ruin you, Pae,” he murmurs against my ear. The nickname sends a tear rolling down my cheek to splatter his chest.
