I stare.
And stare.
And stare.
Pass Masie to Jake.
"Bella." It's a hoarse croak.
I rush over.
Our eyes connect just before I smash my lips to hers.
I mean for it to be short and sweet.
But her essence.
I crave it.
She tastes like heaven.
So I press and hold.
My head spinning.
The reality of having her with me again drives me mad with the need to promise her that I'll be beside her every step of her recovery.
"We're here, baby," I murmur, pulling away.
Her brows dip. "I take it we know each other?"
