“Baby? You okay?” “Please…” His voice is muffled. “Please let me hold you like this. It doesn’t hurt when you touch me.” I grab onto him, pressing him further into me, harder, closer, until I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Seems that Bran runs way deeper than I thought, but as he hangs on to me as if I’m his only anchor, I know that I’ll never let him go. Not even if I burn with him. For him. In him. I’d willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to.
