He was far from okay, but he was awake and alive. Selfishly, that was all that mattered to her. Anything else... cracked ribs, sprained wrists, bruises, cuts... she wasn't worried about that. Those things would heal with time. There was no lasting damage. That was what mattered most.
"You're tough," she answered, her tone half teasing. "I get it, Chand. You don't have anything to prove."
Ana wasn't exactly sure when her feelings for her best friend had changed, but they most definitely had. He wasn't just her best friend anymore; he was ... her everything.
Her eyes closed when his lips brushed over hers, and she inhaled slowly through her nose as she returned the kiss. It was the last thing they should be doing, but she wasn't about to push him away. Besides, it was just a kiss.
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