Page 62 of Captive Bride
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“Okay, I’ll talk to you then,” he says, his words muffling as he lowers his mouth to my head.
I hear the beep of the ending call and wrap my arms around him, pulling him towards me to seal any space between us.
“Is everything okay?” he asks me.
I can only nod.
I have no idea what is or isn’t okay at this point.
Our worlds may erupt at any moment.
“Everything’s perfect,” I say, burying my face into his chest.
Sure, there’s fear and desperation, panic, and certainly the threat of death. Despite those things though, I truly mean what I say.
In this moment, everything is absolutely perfect.
