“I love you so fucking much,” Bash rasps against my hair, hands gliding over the back of my head, my spine, as though having to feel me to know that I’m real. “I didn’t know where you were. You could have died. I could have lost you. And all I could think was the last thing I’d have said to you was that you never stay anywhere for long. I told you to wait for me and then I told you to leave. And I… Gwen, I need you. Like my next breath. It’s… I can’t breathe without you. If you leave for Costa Rica, I’m coming with you. Where you go, I’ll follow. I don’t care where we are as long as we’re
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