“With you?” “With me,” I whispered, reaching for her hand. “Feel me?” Her breath hitched. “I feel you.” “Hear me?” “I hear you.” “Good girl,” I praised, craning my neck down to press a kiss to the top of her hair. “I love you so much.” “No matter what?” She hiccupped, fisting my shirt for dear life. “Yeah, Liz.” My heart slammed against my chest bone, and I kissed her hair again. “No matter what.”
