“What if we don’t work out?” I said as we stopped by the trunk of my car. “I don’t want to lose you.” Gray’s expression was serious, and he placed my bags on the ground so he could take my hands in his. “You’re never going to lose me.” “You make it sound so simple.” “It may not always be,” he agreed. “But fighting is one of my strengths. I’m always going to fight for you. For us.”
