“I can’t believe I’m spending our first date vomiting, and you’re still here.” “Still here?” Emmett smiles, crouching in front of me. His fingers thread through my hair as he gathers it on top of my head, securing it in a knot before tipping my chin up, guiding my eyes to his. “Baby, where would I go? I am wherever you are, no matter what.” “In sickness and in health?” “Always.”
