He pulled back, dropping his forehead to mine, and took a strained breath. When his eyes met mine, there was a seriousness I hadn’t seen before. “Fuck the truce… and fuck being enemies.” He rubbed his hand over his face, raking it through his hair, then lifted me gently and carried me over to the bed. I scooted over so he could lay down next to me and he banded an arm around my waist. “You disappeared, and I lost my goddamn mind,” he said into my hair. My breath hitched and my mouth wobbled, saying the words I’d been refusing to let rise to the surface. “What if you didn’t find me?” He lifted
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