He blinks up at me with tired eyes. “What are you doing, Nate? Why did you even come to Devin’s?” “Stop saying their names,” I grit out. “Tell me why.” “I was chasing you, you idiot.” He swallows, his eyes searching mine for intent. “Why? You had the chance to stop me and you let me go.” “I didn’t let you go,” I argue, wrapping my arms around his body to hold him close. “You said you were done. You didn’t say you’d leave me.”
