Broken Bond
Callum rumbles, staring at me intently as the thumb of his other hand traces the cherry tattoo on the side of my ribcage.
My eyes flicker up to meet his, my brows pulling together in question.
“For being here.”
A smile creases my lips. “Always,” I whisper, my heart stuttering in my chest at the look of pure adoration in his eyes.
And in that moment, I swear I feel it again- that swell of connection between us. Like somehow, beyond all odds, we’re finding our way back to reclaiming what we lost. It’s not logical. It doesn’t make sense. But I swear I can feel something there.
And whatever it is, it’s growing stronger.