Petra was standing there, her arms folded nervously. She wore a gray sweater and jeans, and she looked up at him, her brow furrowed.
She studied him, her dark hair framing her face as she watched him with her sharp, intense eyes. There was a silence for a moment before she stepped forward, her hands reaching up to cup his neck, the fabric of her sweater tickling his skin, and she kissed him, pulling him close.
Her fingers curled in his shirt, and she glared slightly at him. "You can't go anywhere," she said flatly, raising one eyebrow. "Okay?"
"Anywhere as in you can't leave me," she said quietly, her brows furrowing. "You can't risk your life like that. I don't know how I can convince you, but I need you to try."
She hesitated before shaking her head, cupping his jaw in her hands. "That's different. That's a job."
