Kay.
"It's okay, I'm never leaving you again," he whispers, kissing my earlobe.
Goodness, I missed him. He smells so f*****g good, and he's warm and big.
Dad was right about me becoming a crybaby.
Carl rubs my back in a comforting way, and I calm myself down. I don't want his men to think I'm weak.
I don't even know why I'm crying, seriously. I just saw him, and the tears came.
"Where were you?" I whisper without lifting my head from his neck.
"I had to, baby, you understand, right?" he lifts my head, and his soft eyes harden when he looks at my face.
"What about your phone? I kept calling you. Do you know how worried you made me?" I whisper yell, hitting his chest but not that hard.
"I couldn't risk a distraction, angel. I left my phones behind," he whispers, grabbing my fists.
