24. Jasmin
Jasmin
There he was. Standing there five feet from me, yet I could not get myself to move. He was alive. He looked like hell, but he never looked better to me. I felt my heart start beating again. I knew in my heart that he was still alive, but my head was fighting me, not allowing me to fully believe.
“C’mere, baby,” Linc called out.
My legs would not move. I was glued in place even though I wanted to run to him. To hold him and kiss every part of him.
I could feel the adrenaline dump already starting, everything catching up with me.
He was alive.
“Baby, I’m okay.”
He slowly closed the distance between us .
When I felt his hands on my cheeks, I allowed the first tear to slip. His lips twitched as he lowered his face to mine, barely brushing them against mine, whisper soft.
He was alive.
“I love you, Lincoln Parker, 3160.”
He pulled back and looked in my eyes. “You remember?”
“Yes. I remember everything. Every last detail. Anything that I could hold on to until we could bring you home.”
He looked pleased I had remembered our silly code for ‘I love you’.
“I love you, too, Jasmin Parker. I love you so damn much, baby.”