It was like being able to breathe again.
As though something inside him had suddenly shifted, the redhead's lungs, which had nearly slowed to a complete stop, finally drew in air with ease. More than that, Jax felt himself become drenched in something he hadn't even realized he'd been lacking until it seeped all the way into his bones, only to return a refreshing, comforting reassurance.
This feeling...
"..."
Oh.
It's going to be okay now.
He's here.
Just like last time.
And the time before that.
And all the other times before those.
Whenever things became overwhelming, Killian somehow found his way to them—to him—and made everything better.
