And he didn't want her to run either. It'd confuse him and probably hurt him even if he'd understand in the aftermath. But still, he didn't want that.

His arm tightened around her waist and he kept his hand against hers. His lips were still pressed against hers, kissing her now that he'd momentarily stopped talking.

"You're enough, baby," he murmured against her lips, speaking up once again. "Please believe me. You're enough. You are."