167

ALAYNA

My body aches everywhere, but I stiffen. It hurts too much to move.

I’m still alive.

Right, yes. I remembered being saved, and I saw Oliver’s face. He told me Brandon came.

Around me, I smell antiseptic and undertones of the artificial fragrance. Judging by the scent of my surroundings, I’m aware of where I am. Bit by bit, I blink my eyes and try to open them.

My beautiful man’s face is the first thing I see.

“Hi…”

He kisses my knuckles and brings my palm to his face. “Hey.”

I force a smile. “I love you.”

His eyes redden and start to swell. “I love you too.”

“Oh, don’t cry. I can still feel my limbs—no broken bones. No sign of permanent damage,” I manage a joke, chuckling.

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “You scared me back there.”

I grunt, adjusting my back. “But you saved me. Like always. What is it about restrooms? Dangerous place.”

“Very.” He frowns hard, remembering the past. “Back then, it was different. Next time, you don’t leave alone, okay?”

I nod. “Next time.” I brush away