Sierra's POV
Arthur's hands came around my waist, his fingers on my chin as he kept my head from looking away. “Why do you think I'm lying to you, Sierra? What did I do to make you think that?” he said.
I stayed silent, unable to come up with anything. Everything seemed fine. I thought I believed him. I should, but there was something else. Was it how much his parents misunderstood me?
Or the fact that I believed I wasn't enough? He defended me. He told his parents he wanted me and with every chance he had, he told me — he told everyone how much he wanted and loved me.
“You wound me, Sierra,” he said, locking eyes with mine.
I looked ahead of him, the only way to avoid eye contact. “Look at me, Sierra,” he said.
Hesitantly, I dropped my gaze to meet his delicate gaze. One that stare
