"Oh." My face falls.
"I can't kiss you without wearing the evidence."
I smile as he holds me. Something has changed between us again today.
Another day, another dynamic.
I feel so close to him. Something about all that honesty yesterday tore down my defenses against him. Molly is completely right, and I am looking for the negative in this, but I can't help it; I fear my heart may be in dire danger.
If he leaves me . . . how would I cope?
I've been hurt before, and although I know that Elias is in a completely different league than my past relationships, the prospect is terrifying.
This one will hurt . . . deeply.
He's wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie; his eyes are a brilliant blue, and his dark hair frames his beautiful face.
I've never had a man terrify me the way that Elias
