I’m here now and so grateful that you didn’t give up on me.” For a moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Then, with a sound that’s half a laugh and half a groan, he pulls me into his arms, burying his face in my neck. “I should have told you how I felt long ago,” he murmurs against my skin. I hold him tighter, my hands splaying across his back. “I wasn’t ready. I’m ready now.”
