DON’T STOP
His arms were still around me, and I let them be for a moment, just stood there and breathed, feeling the solid floor beneath my feet and the warmth of him and the city still glittering beyond the railing, looking completely unbothered by my ordeal.
My bottom lip trembled.
I didn’t mean for it to. It just did, pushing forward slightly in that embarrassing way that meant tears were approximately four seconds behind it.
“I was so scared,” I said, and my voice came out small and nothing like me at all. “I was scared you wouldn’t see me.”
“It’s fine,” he said quietly, his arms still around me. “I’m here now.”