His forehead rests against mine, our breaths tangled together. His vow still hangs between us, fragile as glass.
I will not lose myself. Not while you are holding me.
The words break something open in my chest. Not pain. Not fear. Something warm and aching and overwhelming. Something that rushes through me too fast to contain.
For the first time in months, the fear inside me does not pull me backward. It pushes me forward.
I lift my hands slowly, cupping his jaw. He shivers under my touch, his breath catching. His eyes search mine, wide with emotion he can barely hold together.
“Damian,” I whisper.
He swallows hard. “Yes.”
I lean in before I can think twice.
My lips touch his softly at first, unsure, trembling, barely a breath of contact. His entire body goes still. His hands tight
