He's not wrong, I know. There are things back home that are just as likely as they are here, even the ones that sometimes keep me up at night. Nothing is ever guaranteed in life, as mama always used to say. There's no telling when something might happen.

Jack settles beside me then, a warm and comfortable weight and I find myself curling up against him immediately, feeling safe under his arm. My heart's still pounding and there's still that low thrill under my skin, but it's easing little by little, leaving only worn muscles and gentle sort of soreness. I manage a smile then and turn my head to press a kiss to his shoulder, lips lingering. "Honestly?" I tell him as I curl in tighter. "There's no place in this world or any world I'd rather be right now."