Kay.

"It's okay, I'm never leaving you again," he whispers, kissing my earlobe.

Goodness, I missed him. He smells so fucking good, and he's warm and big.

Dad was right about me becoming a crybaby.

Carl rubs my back in a comforting way, and I calm myself down. I don't want his men to think I'm weak.

I don't even know why I'm crying, seriously. I just saw him, and the tears came.

"Where were you?" I whisper without lifting my head from his neck.

"I had to, baby, you ...