TESSA.
He put me down slowly on my bed, and neither of us moved for a second. His eyes stayed locked on mine like he was still making sure I was real. My heart was still beating too fast, my body trembling from everything that had happened. The silence between us wasn’t awkward, but it was heavy, full of everything we hadn’t said.
He leaned closer, his hand brushing my hair back as his breath mixed with mine. Then he kissed me again, and I pulled him in without thinking. Every piece of fear that had sat in my chest all night turned into something else, something desperate. I missed this, I missed him, the way he made everything else disappear.
His touch made me forget the bruises, the ropes, the gunshots. It was like my body was trying to make sure he was really there. My hands gripped
