“Thank you,” he murmurs, the sound vibrating against my ear as I tuck my head under his chin. “For what?” “For coming for me.” His hand finds my hair, stroking through the still-damp strands. “For saving me.” Somehow, I know he’s not just talking about tonight. He’s talking about all of it, everything that’s happened between us since the day we met. And the truth is, he saved me too. “I always will,” I murmur. “I promise.”
if you look closely through the window you'll see me laying in the road
