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“I’m fine,” I whisper, but my words are lost in the rasp of the towel on my skin and I don’t think he believes me, anyway. He wraps the towel around me, holds me close, won’t let me go when I try to pull away. “I’m fine,” I assure him, my voice strengthening. His arms tighten around me and in that moment, my mind is made up. Like the sun breaking through an overcast sky, my mind clears for the first time in days. With Luke here with me, I really fine. I want to say but don’t—I couldn’t begin to explain what all I’ve been going through inside since he came into my life. But the battle’s over, Luke has won, whether he knows it or not, because he came for me, and Kent did not.
Luke holds me, his arms giving me the strength I need and I lean against him, so warm, so dry, He feels so s
