Without meaning to, I brushed a kiss on Jesse’s head. A habit ingrained over the years. Offering comfort to a man I had thought part of my forever. “Does taking a bullet for you get me any brownie points?” he gasped, his lips ashen and trembling. “Shut up,” I ordered. But I let myself hold him a little tighter. My panic was easier to wrangle with his solid body pressed up against mine. He let out a soft laugh, wheezing as it moved his arm. I looked into his eyes, so close after being separated for so long. Pain burned deep in their light brown depths. I held his gaze, silently offering my
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