Dane
When they both came back to earth, they rolled, turning to lay side by side, staring at each other. Lila traced a finger around his face, his brows, his cheekbones, and let her nails drag along his stubbled jaw.
"Never leave me," she whispered. "Never."
"I won't. Not by choice."
She nodded. "I know. Me either."
"I know," he said and kissed her. Softly. Gently this time. "Are you okay, though? That was… a little rushed."
She put her hands to his face and smiled, though the threat of tears remained in her eyes. "I needed that. I needed you. I can't explain it. I just… did."
