Chapter 105
Jack
"We're not going to have that conversation today, sunshine."
I pull him closer, arms wrapping around him like if I squeeze tight enough, I can anchor his soul to me.
"We won't talk about those bastards," I add, voice low, almost a growl, stopping him from spiraling again.
"Don't let them ruin more than they already have."
His breath hitches. He's trying to hold it together.
God, my sunshine. My Ciel.
I press a slow kiss to his forehead. Then one to his cheek — salty from drying tears. He sniffles softly into my collar.
"Let me enjoy this moment with you," I whisper against his skin. "Just this moment. Just us."
His fingers fist in my shirt like he's afraid I'll vanish.
I wrap both arms around him even tighter.
Outside, the ocean keeps crashing.
Inside, I'm drowning in fear and love and fury so intense I could set the world on fire with it.
His voice is tiny when he speaks.
"I hate that I'm afraid."
I swallow hard, my throat tight.
