His breath hitched, and I felt it, the relief, the grief, the love, the rage, all of it tangled together. I lifted a hand, brushing his damp hair from his forehead, letting my fingers linger. A sound escaped his lips, something between a laugh and a breath of disbelief, and then he kissed me. It was slow, deep, aching. Like he was learning me all over again. Like he needed to feel every part of me, memorize every inch of me, just in case the gods tried to steal me from him again. I melted into him, letting the world fall away, letting the bond between us hum, warm and steady beneath my skin.
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