“I need you with me. I can’t do it without you, Stell.” “You can do anything you want, Riggs. You don’t need anyone. You’re… you’re you.” “Fine,” he says, correcting, reaching down to where my hand lays on the blanket, grabbing it and twining our fingers together. “I don’t want to do it without you.” A long beat passes as I concentrate on nothing but Riggins’ hand in mine and pray my palms don’t feel sweaty. “I don’t want to do anything without you, little star,”
