I don’t say anything. I just walk straight into him. He catches me instantly, arms wrapping around me like he was waiting for this, like he’s been holding himself back from touching me all night. He pulls me into his chest and I bury my face against his shirt, breathing him in, grease and leather and that familiar Rev scent that makes my shoulders finally drop.
“You’re back,” I whisper, and I hate how small that sounds.
He tightens his hold. “I told you I was coming back.”
I nod against him, gripping the front of his shirt like if I let go he might disappear again. My whole body is still buzzing, still on edge, and somehow he’s the only thing that feels solid.
Ghost clears his throat softly. “We’ll give you a minute.”
Razor nods. “We’re right here.”
They step off to the side, giving us space, but I barely notice because Rev’s hand is in my hair now, fingers gentle, careful, like he’s afraid he might hurt me if he grips too tight.
“You okay?” he murmurs into my hair. “You hurt anywhere else?”
My cheek still aches, my feet still sting, my whole body feels like it got hit by a truck emotionally, but I don’t care about any of that right now.
“I’m okay,” I say. “I just… I needed to see you.”
His forehead drops to mine, our noses almost touching. “I needed to see you too.”
For a second neither of us says anything. We just stand there, breathing each other in, the porch light casting soft shadows over his face, and I can see it now, the exhaustion, the tension still clinging to him like he hasn’t fully come down yet.
“What happened?” I whisper.
His jaw tightens, just a little. “It’s handled.”
That’s all he says. And honestly? I don’t need more than that. I press my face back into his chest, and his arms tighten around me again like he’s anchoring me to the ground.
“Come inside,” he murmurs. “It’s cold out here.”
I nod, but I don’t move yet. “Rev?”
“Yeah, Princess?”
My throat tightens. “Thank you for coming for me.”
His grip on me goes iron-strong for a heartbeat, and when he pulls back, his eyes are dark and serious and way too intense for three thirty in the morning.
“There was never a world where I didn’t,” he says quietly.
we walk inside and it looks like people are moving to head to bed. “I want to go home,” I whisper, my head resting against Rev’s chest.
He stills instantly. Not pulling away, not tightening his hold, just… pausing, like he’s afraid to move the wrong way and break something.
“Your house?” he asks carefully.
I nod. “But I don’t… I don’t want to be alone.”
His arm tightens around my shoulders. “You won’t be.”
I lift my head just enough to look at him. “I need you to come with me. I just… I need you there. Just for tonight.”
There’s no heat in his eyes. No teasing. No flirtation. Just concern and something deeper that makes my chest ache.
“Okay,” he says without hesitation. “Yeah. I’ll stay with you.”
Relief hits me so hard my eyes burn. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He just shifts, careful and steady, and helps me stand like he knows my legs might not cooperate. Switch tosses him the keys to his truck without a word, and Rev squeezes my hand once before guiding me outside.
