“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “I’m not letting go.” She exhaled softly, the breath fanning across my throat. Slowly, her body relaxed, her breathing steadied. Her hands pressed against my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. I kissed her forehead once more, lingering. Then, finally, finally, sleep pulled her under, and I stayed awake, holding her, watching over her, because I would never let anything take her from me again.
