Celine's POV
"Celine?"
Jayden is dumbstruck to see me even though his soldiers informed him of my presence. I watch his jaws drop with a delightful surprise.
He's wearing a black net singlet and faded jean shorts. A spot on his left arm is neatly wrapped with a bandage.
"What are you..."
"Shhh," I shut him up.
Without prior warning, I throw myself on him carelessly, latching tight onto him like a baby. My eyes are watery, as I entertain the tons of creepy thoughts that take flight in my head.
What if he had died? Or slip into a coma? Or...
I sniffle, wrapping my arms around his lower abdomen. I feel his hands caress the small of my back, stroking its way upward, along the length of my spine.
"I'm so sorry," I whimper, calming my nerves and inhaling his cologne, which someh
