Maybe I wouldn’t have called Johnny and asked him to fly down to see me when I was in the middle of a panic attack after it all happened.
Maybe he wouldn’t have died.
Maybe I wouldn’t want to now.
So many maybes but only one definite.
James Reyes was my definite, and the way I felt with his skin on mine was absolute. His hand hovered over my cheek, a heavy presence that I leaned into, and my heart did that funny thing again where instead of skipping a beat, it felt almost full.
“So thank you for believing me,” I whispered to him, pressing my cheek against his palm.
All he did was nod and hold me, and it’s all I wanted him to do.
Just hold me until I said to let me go.