Fractured Souls (Perfectly Imperfect, #6)

by Neva Altaj

You’ll just watch me fall apart?” she shoves at me again. Then one more time. “You’re not falling apart, Asya.” I reach out and trace the line of her chin with my thumb. “You’re pulling yourself together.”

“I have the need to somehow absorb you into my chest, so you’ll always be with me. Safe from harm. Only mine. Forever.”