“I—I can’t live like this anymore.”
He jerks my body hard against his. His fingers digging in deeper as he grits his teeth. “I can’t live without you. Do you understand? I won’t.”
It feels like I’ve just been hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. “Dean.”
“I’ll kill myself before I let you go.”
“Please don’t say things like that.”
“I mean it. You leave me you might as well dig a goddamn hole before you walk away and put me in it. I’m nothing without you.”
It isn’t his words that knock me backward but the conviction behind them. The desperation.
The need.
It wraps its unrelenting fingers around my heart, squeezing tight.
“You have to get help, Dean. That’s the only way I’ll stay.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you. Whatever it takes.”
