I couldn’t stop the moisture that threatened to blind me as I looked at him. “You fed me then?” He shook his head as if it was no inconvenience. “Well, I most certainly couldn’t let you die.” “I thought you hated me back then, and here you are, shoving your wrist in my mouth.” I choked on a laugh. “My feelings for you have been a lot of things, mostly confusing back then, but never hate. Never you.” “Same,” I said before standing on my tiptoes, kissing him once before pulling back. My hand slid over the necklace I’d given him and rested on his chest, that steady, rhythmic beat against my palm.
