Sierra’s POV
I studied his face, trying to spot some amusement in his eyes, but there was none. He could not be possibly serious about that, could he? No one in his right mind would want to be used for an emotional support.
His fingers circled around my waist, his fingers trailing my spine in slow succession under the coat. “You sound like you don’t know what it means,” I said.
“Do I?” he asked with his eyes fixed on my lips.
I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him off me. “You don’t. No man would want that.”
“Want what?”
“Being used, Arthur,” I said, frustrated.
“I’m not any man. I’m a man in love,”
I chuckled. “You don’t sound like you are in your right mind,”
He stepped closer to me. “But I am,”
“You’re alright with me using your emotions to get better. That would hurt… y
