Sierra’s POV
“I want you, Sierra,” I heard him say, and I halted.
The snow crunched under his feet as he walked over, appearing in front of me. “Child or no child,” he added, his gaze fixed on mine.
My heart fluttered at his words. He wanted me with Elvis in the picture. The world wasn’t exactly very nice to single mothers. So far it hasn’t been. How long would he conform to those words flying around in the village?
“It’s not just about Elvis,” I said.
He brought his fingers to my face, his touch soothing even though I didn’t want it to be. A smile tugged at the side of his lips. “You really don’t want me,” he said, his voice low.
“That’s not it,” I said.
“What is?” he asked.
I placed my hand over his on my cheek, grabbed and slowly brought it down, letting go. “You’re overlooking
