With her.
Always.
I slow the kiss after a moment, resting my forehead against hers, letting the world settle again.
Letting this moment mean something.
“It’s really over,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say.
My hand slides to hers, threading our fingers together.
“And now?”
She exhales softly.
A small smile lifting her lips.
“Now we get to live.”
I look at her.
At everything she’s fought through.
Everything she’s become.
And I nod.
“Yeah,” I say quietly.
Then I pull her in again—
Not because we’re running from something.
But because we finally don’t have to.
And for the first time—
That’s enough.
THE END
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RANGER’S MISTAKEN IDENTITY
61
Blaze
Iwasn’t supposed to stop.
That’s the first mistake.
I had a list.
A schedule.
