They’re still being hunted.
Nothing about this situation is safe.
But right here?
Right now?
With him?
I don’t feel afraid.
I feel—
Certain.
And when he finally pulls back, resting his forehead against mine again, his voice is rough.
“We’re not done talking about this.”
I smile slightly.
“About what?”
His eyes lock onto mine.
“This. Us.”
My heart stumbles.
Yeah.
We’re definitely not done.
40
Jase
Location: Abandoned Fishing Shelter — Adriatic Coast
Time: 11:46
She’s still too close.
Not that I’m complaining.
But it’s dangerous.
Not because of the situation outside.
Because of what’s happeningright here.
Between us.
Mila’s leaning against me slightly, her breath finally evening out, but her hand is still fisted in my shirt like she hasn’t decided to let go yet.
I don’t want her to.
I don’t think I could step back even if I tried.
