Then I could hear the sound of his footsteps again, like a heartbeat that brought my own back in line. I curled into his arms, pressing my face into his neck, and I cried. I wept, a deep, ragged sound breaking me in places I didn’t think could crack. His arms tightened around me, holding me to him, and his words were hot against my ear, the only thing I could feel. “I’ve got you.”
omg.
