“You have no idea how out of my mind I’ve been over you.” He says it softly, anger giving way to genuine emotion as his eyes glaze over, pleading to get me to stop. “Sophs, I’ve been worried sick, searching every haunt you used to use in the city all day, banging doors and threatening fuck heads, trying to find you.” He lifts his face so there is a little distance between us, and drops my wrists. My hands free from the sudden release, I instinctively use one to rub the other, ...