Chapter Forty-Nine

Savannah

Corbin steps back just enough that I can see all of him. His face is serious, his mouth set like he might shake apart if he speaks too loudly. The sun drops a little lower, turning everything honey gold. Like the world is holding its breath.

He draws in a slow breath, the way he does when he's steadying his hands before he inks a line. His fingers loosen around mine, not letting go yet, j