I stroked his nape, brushing my thumb over the ridge of bone, and turned my lips to his ear so Dominic couldn’t overhear. This was ours. “I know, baby. I know. It’s the loss of control that eats at you. But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have time to fall apart, and when you do, I’ll be the one to catch the pieces. But right now, all you need to do is breathe.”
