[Irene Miles’ POV]
My body was still hazy and his body still cold, but the warmth of happiness to see him back to life was enough to shoot my veins with endorphins. I apologised to him, but couldn’t get myself to the reason I apologised. My breaths were painful and even my jaws seemed locked. I stopped speaking, disappointed in myself and confused as to what I actually wanted.
Did I want him to stay by my side or did I want him to leave?
His answers had always been clear as glacier water. No confusion, double thoughts or malice behind them. But the answer I received that day spoke much more than words. I didn’t know if I had been forgiven or not, but when his out of control, feverish hand snaked around my neck, I could feel a rush in our breaths at the same time. Without a battle, he pu
