In this week’s Friday Fling snippet, Darien has had an altercation with the wolves that left him in a sorry state, with Lyla forced to do surgery and then look after him.
“Hey.” I waited for her to look at me, then offered what I hoped was an encouraging smile. “I’m okay.”
“Just.”
I pushed onto one elbow and rubbed her arm with my free hand. “That’s enough. And if it hadn’t been, then it would still have been okay because I wasn’t alone.” She’d no idea how much that meant to me. I swallowed thickly. “You didn’t leave me.”
Lyla stared down long enough that I fought the urge to squirm. Her eyes were incredibly soft and brimmed with an emotion that I feared to identify. Then she cupped the back of my head and held me in place while she kissed me, hard and hungry.
“Never,” she breathed against my lips.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I replied.