“I am sorry. About what I said to you back in Houston.” “Shh.” “And that I’ve put you in danger—” “Shh, it’s okay.” He kisses my temple. It’s wet from the slide of my tears. “It’s okay.” “It’s not. You could be working with your team, or asleep in your own bed, but you’re here because of me, and—” “Hannah, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.”
NOWHERE ELSE ID RATHER BE MY GOD !!!
