“So you’re back,” he says. “Yeah. Is that okay?” “God, I hope so,” he says, jerking his head at Adrik. “He’s been a fucking mess without you.” “Have you?” I say, turning to Adrik. “You looked so hot when you showed up Krystiyan’s house … it made me feel like shit.” “I was dying inside, believe me.” “So was I.” I take his hand and press his knuckles to my swollen lips. “Every fucking day.”
