Making my way toward him, my heart races, but I don’t stop until I’m stepping right into him, settling myself between his knees as my fingers brush through his hair. “Are you alr—” I don’t even get to finish my question before his arms are around me, pulling me into him as he presses his head against my torso, taking deep, shaky breaths. I wrap my arm around the back of his head as the other hangs over his shoulder and down into the center of his back. My fingers roam over his back, giving him the time he needs to make the pain go away.
