A tear slips free. “What are we going to do?” I ask again, as the question relates to the entire shitstorm we find ourselves in.
“I don’t know, Snow.” I’m terrified, but when Cayden reaches for my hand, it comforts me to know we can be unaware together. “But we will figure it out. Together.”
Turning my chin, I look at him, and an unexpected rush of emotion drowns me. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you.”
“Shh.” He shakes his head, squeezing my hand. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is now. This.”
“I promise you, I won’t make the same mistakes again. I wish I could—” However, I never get to finish my sentence because Cayden swoops forward, stealing the air from my lungs when he kisses me.
Instinctively, I turn into him, wrapping my arms around his nape. I lose myself to his touch, t
