"You know that I'm afraid of losing you right?" Jonas pointed out, cupping her cheek gently. Somehow she'd become something he needed even more so now that he was looking at her up close. She'd been something to distract himself with, something to obsess over, but now she was something else. Something to love and cherish and he hadn't planned on that for a second. And now here she was, his. Now he couldn't lose her.