Aurora's POV
"I'm sorry," Oliver whispered, his voice still rough from the effects of the injury. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this, Aurora."
"Nonsense," I choked out, the word catching in my throat.
I couldn't help myself anymore. The fear that had been suffocating me for hours finally broke. I leaned forward, my hands framing his face, and kissed him deeply. It wasn't like the kiss in the office or the one in the car; this was a kiss of pure, raw relief. I tasted the salt of my own tears and felt the heat of his skin, and for the first time since the helicopter landed, I felt like I could breathe.
I pulled back just an inch, my forehead resting against his as I struggled to stop my hands from shaking. "I was so scared, Oliver. I was so fucking scared."
"I know," he murmured, his good hand coming up to tangle in my messy hair, pulling me closer. "Strangely, I felt it. The thought of you was the only thing that kept me moving when the silver tried to take me down."
