Denver.
I kissed Zee's mouth like I’d been drowning for years and only just found air again. Her lips were soft, familiar, and everything I hadn’t realized I’d been missing in the last few days.
The world outside that moment could have been on fire, and I wouldn’t have cared. My hands cradled her face as if trying to memorize every inch of her face.
A part of me screamed that this was wrong—selfish, even—but I couldn't stop. There was something peaceful about her, and peace was exactly what I desperately needed at that moment.
There have been moments in the last few days I didn’t think I’d make it out alive, and it was the image of her-the curve of her smile, the warmth in her voice—that kept me going.
I told myself I had no right to feel like this anymore, that I had blood on my h
