Taming The Heir
It’s strangely comforting.
“I thought,” I say quietly, “that if I stayed busy enough, strong enough, I wouldn’t feel things anymore.”
Umangat ang dibdib niya sa ilalim ng pisngi ko. “And?”
“And I was wrong.” Huminto ang kanyang kamay.
“Feelings don’t disappear,” he says after a moment. “They wait.”
I close my eyes. The cold seeps back into the edges of my body, but now it’s manageable. Cairo notices immediately, shifting again, angling us so his back blocks the wind entirely.
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