Emmalee

"Romain," I repeat, wrapping my arms around his neck. He raises his hands to my back tentatively. I sense his confusion before he voices it.

"What happened?" he asks, voice laced with concern.

"You passed out when we got here, remember?" He shakes his head. "Well, then, we brought you up here and you've been out for three days."

He inhales sharply. "Three days?"

I nod, placing my hand on his cheek roughened with stubble. Tears of relief flood my eyes. I've never been particularly ...