[With a small, soft noise, she presses further into the crook of his neck, her face hot enough that the cool is welcome. Her breaths seem tight, the lump in her throat only harder to swallow around.

This—what he’s saying sounds too good to be true. But—also too good to turn down. In the end, she clutches more tightly to him...she’s not strong enough to do otherwise.]

I-I don’t want you to go. And if...if you don’t want me to go, I don’t wanna leave.