She looked at him then, really looked at him—his expression raw, vulnerable. It wasn't the Stefan Winters she'd grown used to, the one who always had control of everything. No. This was different. He seemed scared and it was visible.
"You thought what?" she asked softly, even though she already knew.
"I was nearby, you know?" Stefan began, his voice tight. "I was following from a distance, content with just catching a glimpse of you. When I saw that the car stopped, I'd wanted to come help but I didn't know if you'd want that. But then I saw it—that car speeding straight at you. Ruby…" He looked down, his voice catching. "I thought I was going to lose you. I didn't even think. I just ran from my car. I didn't even have a second thought. All I could think at that moment was your safety."
Ruby blinked, her throat tightening. She remembered it now—those arms, that warmth, the pressure of the fall. He had saved her. He'd been there right in time. What if he hadn't been there?
