𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄
He pulled away reluctantly, my bond shrieking between us. Despite his assurances, the lump in my throat remained, no matter how much I tried to swallow past it.
"I need to go," he muttered, his jaw clenching. "Now."
Panic seized me so quickly that the distance between us felt like a chasm. I closed it, my fingers curling into his clothes. "Where?" My voice was little more than a whisper.
He stopped and turned to look at me. "The fight club. I need to blow off some steam."
Some relief teased at the edges of my anxiety, but it was like using spit to put out a fire. It was not nearly enough.
"Can I come?" I braced for a rejection.
He turned fully to face me, confusion swimming in his softened gaze. "Are you sure?" He took my face in his hand, stroking my cheek as my legs went weak.
I would have preferred we snuggled, but he looked like he was bursting at the seams.
