“Remy,” he mumbles as he reaches up to touch my cheek. “I'm here,” I say, stroking his hair. “I'm right here. I just went to grab a blanket and some pillows. Here, lift your head,” I instruct softly as I slide one of the pillows under him. But he ignores it completely and wraps his arms around me in a crushing embrace. He rolls me over his body until I'm on the other side of him, pulled tight to his chest. His face is only an inch away from mine. He strokes my hair gently, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he leans forward to kiss me softly. When he pulls away there's barely enough room for
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