The impact of the cold water against my body is harsher than I expected, freezing the pieces of my soul that were still left to solidify.
I open my eyes, looking up, up, up.
Not even two seconds later, a body jumps in after mine.
I smile.
Killian finds my body with the speed of someone used to moving underwater, which I suppose he is. His hands grip my waist, pulling us toward the surface, and once we break through, it’s my face he grabs in desperation.
The look in his eyes is a little unhinged, a little furious, a little relieved… and very full of love.
“f**k,” and then he does it, burying his face into the curve of my neck and searching for my pulse with his lips, feeling my heartbeat in that gesture so uniquely his, so uniquely ours. “f**k, baby… I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
I sink my
