“It’s not just the thoughts.” Her voice was small and broken. “It’s the slips and the gaps and the urges.” Hearing her admit this out loud broke my fucking heart, because she was voicing both of our fears out loud. We’d had an amazing summer. Months of stability and calm. But we both knew that, at any moment in time, the shift could happen. “If you slip again, I’ll be there to pull you back.” Stroking her cheek with my thumb, I nuzzled her nose with mine. “And if you lose track of time, I’ll be there to ground you.” Unable to stop myself, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. “And if you
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