(LIAM'S POV)
My chest was heaving, my body trembling. The tears wouldn't stop. They just kept falling, mixing with the bathwater, disappearing into the bubbles.
I was a mess. A broken, pathetic mess.
And then Dylan moved.
He reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward him before I could resist again. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me against his chest. I struggled, I fought, I beat my fists against his shoulders-but he didn't let go.
"Let me go!" I sobbed. "Let me go!"
"No," Dylan said firmly. "I'm never letting you go again."
His arms tightened around me, and something inside me broke. The fight drained out of my body, and I collapsed against him, my face buried in his neck, my tears soaking into his flour-splattered shirt.
