The moment he was healed, I released his hand, gripping his face between my palms and kissing his forehead before pulling him against me. “Fucking hell, Seth, don’t ever do that to me again,” I growled as my heart beat out of rhythm and I had to blink repeatedly to force the image of his burned body from my mind. “So long as you don’t do it to me, we have a deal,” he laughed, and I could have fucking kissed him to hear his teasing tone again.
