"Mm." I leaned in against him, enjoying the warmth of him, the immediacy of him. "I'm glad."
"I don't do this, Ceri."
"Do what?"
"Fling myself off the cliff into the unknown like this. Something about you makes me take that risk."
"I got out of a bad relationship, Connor," I whispered. "A really bad breakup. I was... I am, still, pretty f****d up about it. I..." I paused, swallowed, tucked my head back into his chest. "This... this is the first time I feel like I can breathe. These two days since I've met you. It's the first time I feel like I can just take a breath, that there's a chance that I'm going to come through this... that I'm going to be OK."
"You're crying." He wrapped his arms around me and held me as I shuddered.
"As I said, still pretty f****d up. Sorry," I sniffed. "So
