“Don’t ever do something like that again. I almost lost you once. I can’t risk losing you again, and especially not because you tried to save me.” “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” I growl back. “Fucking Christ, Aspen.” He shakes his head, sending locks of brown hair flying while some remain stuck to his clammy forehead. “The idea of losing you kills me. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me.”
