When I regained consciousness, Zach was holding me in his lap, and cradling my head against his chest. Before I opened my eyes, I heard him softly murmur, "Willow, please wake up," then I felt something wet drip onto my cheek.
I snuggled my face against his chest, as I mumbled, "What's wrong, handsome?"
Instantly, his arms tightened around me, as he anxiously replied, "I'm so sorry, Willow. I thought you were f*****g with me, when you said you were going to pass out."
Confused, I lifted my head from his chest, and gazed into his tear filled eyes. Right away, my eyebrows knitted together, as I reached my hands up, and wiped the tears off his cheeks, using the pads of my thumbs.
At first, I wasn't sure what he was talking about, then I remembered, what we were
