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00:00So my ex just kicked down my bedroom door. I'm handcuffed to my own bed frame, wearing a black
00:06lease slip that barely covers my ass. Three firefighters are staring at me. Let me back up
00:1230 minutes. I bought pink fluffy handcuffs off Amazon last Tuesday. Don't judge me. I'm 26 and
00:17single. A girl gets curious. Tonight was supposed to be wine, candles, and a little me time.
00:30Then the little release pin slipped through the crack between my mattress and the wall.
00:35I tried for 20 straight minutes. My fingers couldn't reach the gap. My wrists were turning
00:40purple. Looked cute on TikTok. Turns out the fluffy part hides actual steel. Like real steel. I scooted
00:46my phone over with my chin and hit speaker. 911, what's your emergency? I panicked. I'm chained up.
00:54I can't get out. My hands are going numb. I think I'm losing circulation. Please send
00:59somebody. Ma'am, I'm dispatching fire rest to your location. Stay on the line.
01:05I should have explained it was a sex toy situation. I was hyperventilating. My hands were turning
01:11blue. I was hoping a narcloth would show up. Then I heard the sirens. They got louder.
01:17Then they were right outside my window. I heard boots running up the stairs. One kick and my front
01:23door was open. Fire rescue. Anyone home? Three guys in full turno gear flooded down my hallway.
01:29I tried to scream stop. Nothing came out. They burst into my bedroom. The captain pushed
01:36to the front. I stopped breathing. It was Liam, my ex-boyfriend. The man I broke up with
01:42three years ago. He was standing in my bedroom, staring at me. And I was just laying there.
01:49Dress up. Hands up. Everything. Knees apart because that was the only way the cuffs didn't pull.
01:59The rookie behind him made a strangled sound. He spun toward the wall so fast his helmet almost
02:05flew off. Oh god. Oh god. Captain, I'm sorry. I didn't, uh... Sir, these are novelty cuffs.
02:11There's no keyhole. We're gonna need the heavy-duty bolt cutters from the rig.
02:14Liam didn't acknowledge him. Liam didn't even blink. He just kept staring at me, like he was trying to
02:20figure out what he was looking at. Three years ago, he used to look at me like I was his
02:24whole world.
02:25Right now, he looked pissed. Like, really pissed.
02:29Everyone out.
02:30His voice came out low and flat. The rookie froze.
02:34Sir, protocol says we maintain a two-person...
02:36Tyler. Out.
02:37Nobody argued. Tyler practically ran. The other two followed with their eyes glued to the floor.
02:42The bedroom door clicked shut. And then it was just us.
02:45My heartbeat was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Liam pulled the bolt cutters off his belt.
02:50He set them down on my nightstand. He didn't move toward my wrists. He put one knee on the mattress
02:56instead. The bed sank. I literally slid toward him. My strap fell off my shoulder. I tried to shrug it
03:02back up. Couldn't. The cusses held my arms in place. His eyes tracked the strap. Then my collarbone.
03:09Then lower. He didn't reach for the cusses. He reached for me.
03:17Then he looked at my thighs and I felt it. Physically. Like he'd touched me.
03:21His hand wrapped around my ankle. His hand was so hot. And rough.
03:27Firefighter hands, you know?
03:29I got goosebumps everywhere. Like, everywhere.
03:32My thighs clenched together on instinct. Because I knew that hand. I knew exactly what that hand
03:40could do. That hand used to be on me every single night. My body reacted before my brain
03:46even processed it. He felt it. His thumb dragged a slow circle on the bone of my ankle.
03:52My breath hitched. Out loud. The corner of his mouth twitched. He heard it.
03:59Liam. What are you doing? He didn't answer. He leaned over me. His mouth went to my ear.
04:06His chest brushed mine through the lace. My back arched off the mattress without my permission.
04:12Then his hand started sliding up my calf. Up the inside of my knee. He stopped right above
04:18my knee and just left his hand there. Burning a hole through me.
04:23So where is he?
04:26His voice scraped against my eardrum.
04:29Your hookup? Tinder match? Whatever.
04:34He chained you up and bounced?
04:38Real stand-up dude. I'd love to meet him.
04:41Every word hurt. I wasn't scared of him. I was guilty. So guilty I couldn't speak.
04:48He thought there was another man. And I had no idea how to tell him the truth.
04:54Liam picked the bolt cutters back up.
04:57Cold steel pressed against the soft skin on the inside of my wrist.
05:00I sucked in a breath.
05:03His hands were rock steady.
05:06This guy pulls people out of car crashes for a living. He talked a jumper down off the 17th floor
05:11last
05:11spring. His hands don't shake. He was clenching his jaw so hard it looked like it hurt.
05:16I asked you a question, Chloe.
05:17His voice was dead quiet.
05:19Did you use protection?
05:21My brain stalled. Protection? Like a safety release on the cuffs? Did Amazon sell something I missed?
05:26I was panicking. I spit out the truth. No, I didn't. Wrong answer. Wrong, wrong, wrong answer.
05:33Liam froze. Completely froze. His knuckles went white around the bolt cutters. Then he snapped the
05:39chain. The metal cracked so loud it made my ears ring. A piece of the broken link ricocheted and
05:45sliced across his knuckle. Blood started dripping down his fingers onto my sheets.
05:50Liam, you're bleeding. Your hand-
05:53Don't. He threw the bolt cutters on the floor with a thud. My wrists were finally free.
06:00I scrambled back against the headboard and yanked the duvet up to my chin.
06:04Okay, thank you for the rescue. You can leave now.
06:07My voice was somewhere between a squeak and a sob.
06:09I really appreciate the response time. Tell the department I said thanks. Bye.
06:14Liam didn't move. He stood up. He turned his back to me.
06:17And he started unbuckling his turno coat.
06:23What are you doing, Liam? Hello? The heavy coat dropped off his shoulders. He had on a black
06:28compression shirt soaked through with sweat. You could see every muscle in his back. I just
06:32stopped. Like, brain stopped. He grabbed the chair from my vanity, walked it across the room,
06:37wedged it under the doorknob. He sat down, knees wide, elbows on his thighs, bloody hand dripping
06:42onto my floor. He didn't even look at it.
06:44I have to file an incident report. His tone was pure venom.
06:48So walk me through it, ma'am. Start to finish. When did he get here? How long was he here?
06:55What position were you in when he left? Take your time. Be specific.
06:59My nails dug into my palms. This was revenge. He'd been holding this in a long time and now I
07:04was
07:04going to pay for all of it. He didn't bandage his hand. He didn't even glance at it. He was
07:08100%
07:09locked in on me. I snapped. Are you insane? I sat up with the dupe still wrapped around me and
07:15screamed it at him. There is no guy. There was never a guy. Get the hell out of my apartment.
07:21This is my house, Liam. You don't get to do this. He didn't flinch. His mouth pulled into a slow
07:28smile
07:28with no warmth in it. No guy. So you cuffed yourself to your own bed. Dressed like that.
07:37And then he stood up and started searching my room.
07:42I opened my mouth. I closed it. What was I supposed to say? That I bought sex toys to feel
07:48something. That this was my Saturday night, Liam. This is who I am now. He ripped my closet open.
07:53Hangers screeched across the bar. Scanning for anything male. Nothing. He kicked the storage bins
07:59out from under my bed. Flipped one open. Just my shoes. He yanked back my balcony curtain so hard the
08:04rod rattled. Empty. His eyebrows pulled together harder with every drawer. There was nothing in
08:10this apartment except me. There never had been. Then his eyes landed on my vanity.
08:15My heart stopped. Don't go over there. Please don't open it. He started walking. I jumped off
08:21the bed so fast the dupe fell. I sprinted across the room and threw myself in front of the vanity
08:26with my arms spread wide. Stop! You can't open this one!
08:30My voice came out shrill and wet. He looked down at me. I'm 5'4". In a slip. Trying to
08:37block a six
08:38foot fire captain. Yeah. It was not going to work. Move, Chloe. No. I'm not asking twice. No! He didn't
08:47repeat himself a third time. His arm went around my waist and he picked me up like I weighed nothing.
08:51He set me down against the wall and held me there with one hand on my hip. With his other
08:56hand,
08:56the bloody one, he pulled open the bottom drawer.
09:01There were no men's things inside. Just a brown Amazon box. Sealed and resealed with packing tape
09:07so many times the cardboard had gone soft. He sliced the tape with his thumbnail. The box flopped open.
09:13A photograph fluttered out and landed face up on the floor.
09:17Us. Summer. Three years ago. Outside station 12. He was in his navy duty uniform. I was up on my
09:25toes holding a Gatorade above his head, laughing because he was reaching for it. We looked stupid
09:30happy. Next to the photo was a leather journal. Forest green. The spine was cracked from being
09:35open so many times. Liam crouched down. He picked up the photo first. His thumb dragged across my face
09:41on the paper. Real slow. Then he picked up the journal. No! Don't! Liam, don't! I lunged at him.
09:48I clawed at his arm. I grabbed at the cover. He held it straight up over his head. I jumped.
09:54He stepped
09:54back. I jumped again. He stepped back again. The world's most humiliating game of kippawa.
10:00My bare foot caught the edge of the photograph and slipped. I fell forward. His arm caught my waist
10:06before I hit the floor. He never lowered the journal. He sat me down on the edge of the bed.
10:11Like a kid in timeout. He backed up two steps. Out of my reach. He opened the cover.
10:20First page. The day I dumped him. His pupils flinched. He flipped through the pages faster and
10:26faster. His hands started to shake. He stopped dead on the last entry. Yesterday's date. And then he read
10:32it out loud. His voice was already breaking before he got the first word out.
10:36Day 1023. They changed the sign tone at the firehouse down the block.
10:42Took me three days to get used to the new one.
10:46The old one was the siren Liam used to roll out on. I used to count seconds until the trucks
10:51came back.
10:51He kept reading. Walked past a guy at the mall today. Smoking Marlboro Reds. Liam used to smoke
10:57Marlboro Reds. I stopped in the middle of the food tort. I couldn't move. People were staring
11:02at me. I told myself I was just waiting for someone. I was actually waiting for my eyes to
11:07stop watering so I could keep walking. And then the last line. The one I wrote last night,
11:12drunk on cheap wine. His voice cracked all the way through. Why does the smell of cigarettes still
11:18make me want to cry? The journal dropped from his hand and hung at his side. His knuckles were bone
11:24white around the spine. And then his whole face changed. His eyes were bloodshot. Like he hadn't
11:32slept in a week. The bedroom was completely silent. He looked down at the pink fluffy cusses on the
11:36floor. The anger drained out of him. The cruel smile was gone. What was left that some never seen on
11:42his face before. Grief. He'd figured it out. There was no guy. There was no hiccup who ran. There was
11:49just me. Three years of just me. Sleeping with his photo in a drawer. Writing his name in a book
11:56I never
11:56let anyone read. Even the sex toys were mine. There's been nobody else. I slid off the bed onto
12:03the floor and put my face in my knees. My shoulders were shaking. This was officially the worst moment of
12:08my entire adult life. I looked up and gave him the most pathetic smile I've ever produced.
12:15There. Happy now, Captain? Mystery solved. Chloe Park, 26, certified loser. Can't get over her ex
12:23three years later. Buys sex toys to cope. You can put that in your incident report. Have a great night.
12:29I pointed at the door. Get out. Just leave me a little bit of dignity. Please.
12:35He didn't move. He should have left. I had ghosted him. I had blocked his number and ignored 137 phone
12:43calls. That's what a normal person would do. Instead, I heard the journal hit the rug. Soft.
12:49Then footsteps. Coming closer. Close enough that I could smell him. Smoke. Sweat. Iron from his blood.
12:59His hand came up under my chin and lifted my face. His palm was rough and warm. His fingertips were
13:04trembling against my jaw. I had to look at him. His eyes were wet. Red rimmed. He looked like he
13:11was
13:11barely holding it together. He dropped to one knee in front of me. This is the guy who rips car
13:17doors
13:17open with his bare hands. He carried two kids out of a 15th floor fire last year. And I'm the
13:24idiot who
13:24walked away from him. If you missed me this bad. His voice was barely working. His thumb wiped the
13:32tears off my cheek. He reached for the duty belt at his hip. The buckle came undone with a metallic
13:38clink that I felt in my stomach. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine. Nose to nose.
13:44Why are you using plastic toys, baby? Use me. I couldn't speak. He kissed me. Hard. Like
13:52everything he'd swallowed for years coming out at once. The back of my head bumped against the side
13:56of the bed. His palm shot up to cradle it before I felt it. His other hand grabbed my waist
14:02and hauled
14:03me onto the mattress. He climbed on top of me. And then my brain finally caught up to what was
14:08happening.
14:11I shoved both hands against his chest. I bit down on his bottom lip until I tasted iron.
14:16He didn't pull back. He didn't slow down. He kissed me deeper. I beat my fists against his shoulders.
14:22He didn't move. At all. I twisted my head sideways and screamed.
14:26Who the hell do you think you are? You don't get to disappear for three years and then just show
14:33up
14:33and kiss me. What am I to you, Liam? He braced himself over me on his elbows. His chest was
14:40heaving. He licked the blood off his bottom lip and looked down at me. I disappeared? His voice
14:46dropped to a whisper. Chloe, you have some nerve. His right hand caught my wrist. He laced his fingers
14:54between mine and squeezed until my knuckles popped. Three years ago, you're the one who left me.
15:01And just like that, I was sobbing. Because he was right. Three years of running. Now we're left
15:06to run. Because... My voice cracked. Because I was terrified you were going to die in a fire.
15:13Liam went completely still on top of me. His breathing stopped. Then it came back fast and
15:19unseaven, hot against my collarbone. I looked at him through tears. His face had gone white under the
15:25soot. It was pure terror. What did you just say? His voice was barely a thread.
15:32I lifted my hands. The cuffs had left thick red welds around both my wrists. I cupped his face
15:38anyway. My turn. Every time I hear a siren downtown, I start counting seconds. I never stop.
15:43Every fire on the news, I scroll the comments. I look for your name. Two years ago, a firefighter
15:49died at a building collapse over on 6th Avenue. I locked myself in my office bathroom and threw up for
15:54an hour. When I found out it wasn't you, I sat on the bathroom floor and laughed until I cried.
16:01Like a literal crazy person. My thumb brushed the old scar under his cheekbone. The one from the
16:06collapse he survived two summers ago. Liam, I never stopped loving you. I loved you too much to sit
16:12around waiting for that phone call. I'd rather lose you on my terms than lose you to a fire.
16:17At least this way I got to choose. At least this way I could lie to myself and say I
16:22left you.
16:24Liam's eyes spilled over. He couldn't get a word out. He buried his face in the cook of my neck.
16:29I could feel his heart slamming through his shirt. He held on to me like if he let go,
16:34I'd evaporate. I pushed my fingers into his sweaty hair. I cried so hard I couldn't get a full breath.
16:41And then his breathing started to change. It got hotter. Heavier. His mouth moved up the side of
16:50my neck. Under my jaw. To the corner of my mouth. My fingers fisted in his hair. My back arched
16:57up
16:57off the mattress. Then a radio shrieked. We both froze. The radio on the chest of his coat. The red
17:04transmit light was blinking. All units. All units. Multiple explosions reported at Sinclair Chemical
17:09on the east side. Active fire. Structural failure. Engine 12. Respond code 3. Liam's eyes changed
17:14instantly. Heat gone. Hesitation gone. Pure work mode. He pushed off me so fast my fingers ripped
17:20out of his hair. He swiped his coat off the floor. Shrugged into it. Snapped every buckle in under 15
17:25seconds. Belt back on. Rodeo on his shoulder. Helmet under his arm. He stopped at my bedroom door with his
17:31hand on the knob. He looked back at me. His face was calm. Almost flat. Lock the door behind me.
17:38If I make it back. The corner of his mouth lifted into that same crooked half smile.
17:43We're not done. The door closed. His boots pounded down my hallway. The fire engine roared to life on
17:49the street below. The siren screamed past my window and faded into the distance. And I was alone again.
17:54Counting seconds. Just like three years ago.
17:59I sat on the bed in the dark. The only thing in the room was the broken pink cuffs on
18:04the rug.
18:05I pulled my knees up to my chest and started shaking. Chemical fire. Multiple explosions.
18:11Active structural failure. Every nightmare I'd ever had was happening tonight. I scrambled for my phone
18:17and opened the news app. The top story was already live aerial footage. The eastern sky over the city
18:22was orange. Black smoke pumping into the air. The fire glow lighting up half the skyline. The anchor
18:28was talking fast. 27 units on scene. Heavy rescue is now pushing into the interior of the second
18:33structure. Liam, come back. Please come back. And just like that, I was right back where I'd been three
18:39years ago. Back then, I lived two blocks from his firehouse. The second the siren faded, the waiting
18:44would start. The longest he was ever gone was almost two hours. When he finally walked back in,
18:50his left eyebrow was singed off. He poured himself a glass of water in my kitchen and drank it without
18:57saying a word. That night, I cried into my pillow until three in the morning. The next day, I told
19:03him
19:03it was over. And now here I was. Same fire glow. Same silence. Same fear.
19:11I watched the news for two hours. The fire was getting bigger. The first explosion had set off
19:17a chain reaction. The storage tanks were going one after another. The comments under the live stream
19:23went from praying for the crews to any casualties yet in real time. The aerial footage went from full
19:28dark to gray dawn to actual sunrise. The fire was still burning. By hour 10, I'd stopped crying. My eyes
19:34were swollen shut. Hour 11, a push notification dropped onto my lock screen. Breaking. Secondary
19:40collapse at Eastside Chemical Fire. Two firefighters reported critical. Identities pending family
19:45notification. My phone hit the floor and the screen shattered. There was a high ringing sound in my
19:50ears. I don't remember putting on shoes. I don't remember leaving my apartment. Uber wouldn't load.
19:56I started running down the sidewalk in my pajamas. One of my converse came off around the third block.
20:01I kept running with one bare foot. A cab pulled over for me eventually. The driver took one look at
20:08me
20:08and fluttered it across town. The ER doors were propped open. Wall of noise. People crying. Doctors
20:14yelling. Radios crackling. The hallway was packed. Hospital gowns. Sochford turnout coats. Family members
20:20with red eyes. I pushed through. I checked every face. I must have looked at 20 firefighters. None of
20:26them was Liam. At the end of the corridor, I spotted Tyler. The rookie. Curled up in a plastic
20:34chair like he wanted to disappear into it. His turnout coat had melted holes in it. The right
20:39side of his face was wrapped in gauze. He was sobbing into his fire gloves. I crossed the hallway
20:44in three steps and grabbed his collar. Tyler, where is he? Where is Liam? Tyler looked up.
20:51He saw me and his face crumpled. Oh, ma'am. Oh, god, ma'am. The captain, he pushed us out
20:58first.
20:58He stayed in the front so we could get clear. And then the wall came down right on top. I
21:02didn't hear
21:03the rest. My knees folded and I dropped onto the linemolium. I couldn't breathe. Like physically
21:08couldn't breathe. I crawled across the floor to the trauma room doors. The red light above them
21:13was on. In procedure. I bought handcuffs. I played with them alone in my bedroom. He came in to save
21:19me. Now he was on a table behind those doors and he wasn't coming out. The light over the doors
21:25clicked off. The doors swung open. A white sheet was pulled all the way up over the body. The corner
21:30hung off, swaying as the orderly pushed it. I lost it. I crawled to the gurney. My knees hit the
21:37metal
21:37frame and I didn't feel it. I grabbed a fistful of the sheet. I was crying so hard I didn't
21:44even
21:45sound like myself. Liam. Liam! You son of a bitch! You do not get to die on me! I swear
21:54to god if you
21:54die, I'm going on Tinder tonight. I'm going on Hinnage. I'm gonna date a hundred guys. Do you hear
21:59me? The orderly froze with his hands on the gurney rails. The nurse just stared. The whole ER was
22:04watching. I did not care. The only thing in the world was the white sheet. And then, from behind
22:09me, a voice. Tired. Horsey. A little amused. Hi. Looking for me? My spine locked up. I'm not
22:20dead yet, sweetheart. I didn't dare move. I was still gripping the sheet. If I turned around
22:28and he wasn't there, I was gonna die right on this floor. Chloe. He said my name again.
22:33Closer now. Weak. Smiling. I turned around so slowly. Liam was heening against the wall
22:39at the end of the hallway. His termout coat was bunched around his waist. There was a thick
22:43wad of gauze taped to his left shoulder. His left arm was in a temporary cast in a sling.
22:47His face was streaked with soat and blood. His bottom lip was split. His left eyebrow was scorched
22:52off again. He was upright. He was breathing. He was smiling crooked at me.
22:59The doctor walked up and pushed his glasses up his nose.
23:02Ma'am, there's been a misunderstanding. The patient under the sheet is one of the chemical
23:05plant employees. He didn't make it. Captain Reyes here walked into the ER on his own two
23:08feet. He refused the wheelchair, refused the gurney, refused the elevator.
23:12The doctor looked at Liam. He's a pain in my ass, frankly.
23:16I stood up off the floor. My legs were jelly. One barefoot. One sock. I walked across the
23:21hallway in slow motion, and then I ran the last two steps and threw myself at his chest.
23:25He grunt hard. His back slammed into the wall. His cast banged against the doorbrain,
23:29and he sucked in a sharp breath. He didn't push me away. His good arm wrapped tight around my waist.
23:34I shoved my face into his shirt and started screaming. He patted my back. Real awkward.
23:40Hey. Hey. What's all this?
23:44His voice was scratchy and warm.
23:46You know what they say. Bad guys never die. And I still owe you a real night, baby.
23:52I'm not gonna miss that for a fire.
23:54His mouth dropped to my ear, to a whisper only I could hear. I cried harder and hit his chest
23:59with
23:59my fist. The nurses started laughing. Tyler was wiping his eyes and laughing, too. A few bandaged
24:05up firefighters poked their heads out of the next room. One of them whistled.
24:09Get it, Captain!
24:12Liam flipped them off over my head. The tips of his ears went red.
24:21Three days later, Liam signed himself out AMA. He said the hospital bed was too hard and
24:27the food was an insult. He moved into my apartment with a paper bag full of prescriptions and zero
24:33discussion about it. He was propped up against my headboard, with his clasped arm on a pillow,
24:39flipping channels with his good hand.
24:42Water.
24:46I brought him water.
24:48Babe, peel me an apple.
24:50I peeled an apple.
24:51Did you peel this with a chainsaw? The skin is still on half of it.
24:56I took a deep breath. I owed him three years. I could take this. He took a bite and talked
25:01with
25:02his mouth full. There's chicken soup in the fridge. Heat it up. I'm dying over here.
25:07I started walking toward the kitchen. Hey! Hey, hold up!
25:12I turned around. His good hand came out of his pocket holding the broken pink cuffs.
25:18You kept those? When did you even pick those up? You were on a call!
25:23He held them up to the light and examined them like an antique.
25:27Stuffed them in my coat pocket before I rolled out.
25:30He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. I lunged at him. He held the
25:35cuffs
25:35up over his head, way out of my reach. I climbed onto the bed and tried to push up on
25:40my knees.
25:41I could not get close.
25:44Liam, give them back right now.
25:47Nope.
25:49You are literally a 30-year-old man.
25:54Yep.
25:56And then I lost my balance and tipped forward.
26:01He laughed under his breath. His good arm caught me around the waist and pulled me down against his
26:06chest. The cuffs landed on the pillow somewhere. I ended up straddling his lap with his good hand
26:10splayed on my lower back. Our faces were two inches apart. I could smell antiseptic on his bandage.
26:16His good hand slid down past my hip and gripped my thigh. Hard. My breath caught. He stopped smiling.
26:23His eyes went serious.
26:25Chloe.
26:26He said my name really quiet. Really careful.
26:29In the hospital. I didn't get to finish what I was saying.
26:34When you broke up with me three years ago, I already knew why.
26:40I stopped breathing.
26:42After you moved out, I went to your old landlord, Mr. Henderson.
26:47He told me you'd been calling him at three in the morning, every week. Asking him if he'd heard whether
26:53any
26:54firefighters got hurt that night. You thought you got out clean. You did not. You weren't as careful as you
27:00thought, baby.
27:03He tipped his forehead down against mine.
27:06I knew you still loved me.
27:08I knew you were scared.
27:11I didn't come after you.
27:13Because you were scared I was going to die.
27:15And I was scared of that too.
27:18I'd go down in a fire one day and you'd be a 23-year-old widow getting a folded flag.
27:23I couldn't do that to you.
27:27His good hand slid up into my hair.
27:29So I let you go.
27:31I figured you deserved a clean break.
27:34I thought you'd meet some accountant.
27:36A nice guy with a 9-to-5.
27:38Who came home every night at 6.
27:41That was the plan.
27:42His voice dropped soft.
27:46Then I read your journal tonight, baby.
27:49A thousand and 23 days.
27:52You weren't free for a single one of them.
27:56He looked up at me.
27:57I'm done hiding.
27:59I'm done being noble.
28:01I'm still going to do the job.
28:02I'm still going to run into the building.
28:04That part isn't changing.
28:05You're mine.
28:06You don't get to leave again.
28:08A tear ran off my chin and landed on his bottom lip.
28:11He didn't wipe it off.
28:12I leaned down and kissed it off him.
28:15This kiss was different from the one in my bedroom.
28:18This one was slow.
28:19His cracked lips.
28:20The bitter taste of iodine off his bandage.
28:23His fingers tightened in my hair.
28:26He was holding back.
28:27I straddled him with both palms flat against his chest.
28:31I could feel his heart mummering through his t-shirt.
28:35The kiss moved off my lips.
28:38Across my jaw.
28:40Down to the side of my throat.
28:42His good hand slid down the length of my spine.
28:45Slow.
28:46When his palm hit the small of my back, I shivered.
28:49My tank strap slid off my shoulder.
28:51His mouth moved down to my collarbone.
28:53He bit me there.
28:54Soft.
28:55And then he froze.
28:59His thumb had pressed into the bruise on the inside of my wrist.
29:02I winked.
29:02He stopped instantly.
29:04He pulled my wrist into the light of the bedside lamp.
29:06The marks the cuffs left behind had bloomed into ugly purple bruises.
29:10Chloe.
29:11Why didn't you put anything on these?
29:13His voice went sharp.
29:14This is bruising plus surface abrasion.
29:16You're going to get a skin infection.
29:17What is wrong with you?
29:18I forgot.
29:19He glared at me.
29:20He used his one good arm to physically lift me off his lap and sit me down on the mattress.
29:24He stood up and immediately started walking weird.
29:27His good leg and his casted arm tried to swing at the same time.
29:31He had to stop and reset.
29:34On his way out the bedroom door, his shoulder banged the door fame.
29:38I laughed out loud.
29:39From the hallway, I heard a very loud...
29:41Shut up, Chloe.
29:42He came back with the first aid kits tucked under his good arm.
29:44He dropped down on one knee next to the bed and pulled my wrist into his good hand.
29:48Everything about him got gentle.
29:49He squeezed a little neocabine onto his fingerfip and rubbed it in.
29:52Slow, careful circles.
29:54His fingers were rough with calluses.
29:56His touch was almost too soft.
29:57Another one.
29:58I held out my left wrist.
29:59The bruise was darker.
30:00His jaw clenched.
30:01He rubbed in more neopinon and blew a slow breath across my pulse.
30:05He capped the tube and put it back in the kit.
30:07He stood up and looked at me.
30:08His eyes is dropped straight from my wrist to my mouth.
30:10And then he did the last thing I expected.
30:14He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.
30:17He grabbed my comforter with his good hand and pulled it up over me.
30:21One corner was way too high.
30:23The other was on the floor.
30:25It looked like a disaster.
30:27He nodded at it like it was a job well done.
30:37He turned and headed for the door.
30:41Two steps in, he stopped and looked back.
30:44His face was dead serious.
30:47One more thing.
30:48His ears went red again.
30:50No more playing with weird stuff by yourself, okay?
30:55You've got me now.
30:58He turned around and his shoulder hit the doorframe a second time on his way out.
31:03I heard a muttered,
31:04God damn it, from the hallway.
31:05Then the couch creaked as he laid down on it.
31:08I lay there in the dark, smiling like an idiot.
31:11Crying the good kind.
31:13One thousand and twenty-three days.
31:15I waited.
31:16He came home.
31:22I curled up under the lopsided comfort.
31:24I listened to him breathing on my couch in the living room.
31:27I whispered to him through the wall.
31:30Okay, Liam.
31:31From now on every single day.
31:33Sirens or no sirens.
31:35I'll be right here waiting.
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