“It’s me, Roxy,” he said roughly, his hands moving to grasp my waist as he looked at me like I was the answer to every question he’d ever asked of the world. Relief spilled through me in an overwhelming torrent that made me sag forward as I pressed my forehead to his for the briefest of moments before rearing back again. “You fucking idiot,” I snapped, punching him in the chest as I realised he was okay. “Why the fuck were your eyes open?” “Because I wasn’t going to risk them getting past me to you,” he snarled like that was the most obvious thing in the world and I punched him again. “And
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