Lila
Dane shook in her arms once, and she thought it was just the last of his orgasm pulsing in his muscles. But then he sucked in a deep breath and shook again, and Lila realized he was crying.
Dane was crying.
Not the shining eyes, or single tears of his fear and frustration when they'd been parted at the apartment. Dane was weeping in her arms like a child, his entire body shaken by the sobs. And even though she didn't know why, she… knew. She understood.
Ignoring the pain in her side, she wrapped her arms around his head, his face still buried in her neck. She wrapped the part of him she could reach as close to her as she could manage, and lay her check on his hair, whispering love to him.
