Chapter 83 Grief

***Gideon***

“You’re staring,” she murmurs, her voice soft and rough from crying, her thumb still resting along the edge of my jaw like she’s grounding herself there.

“I know,” I answer quietly, because there’s no point denying it.

“You always stare.”

“I know.”

There’s a ghost of a smile at the corner of her mouth, the faintest lift, like she wants to tease me but doesn’t have the energy to commit