“I just want to be with you and I’m going to take whatever you feel ready to give me.” King touched her lips. “The most important thing… no, scratch that… the only important thing is your recovery. That’s it. Nothing else matters to me, and nothing else should matter to you, either. If that means that we spend the next six months talking over coffee and watching movies and I get to hold you sometimes, I think that’s a pretty f*****g good deal, since it means you won’t be doing any of that with anybody else. I’ll take that with a smile. You hear me?”
“Yes.” The word tore from her throat, thick and raw and vulnerable, and he heard it. “I just want to be with you, too. When you said that I’d never see you again after tonight, it scared me to death. I – I don’t want alcohol to lose me one mor
