Amber's POV
"I'm just not ready for that yet," I state. It's not a complete lie. As much as I'm desperate for his touch, I want to hide the wounds I have from him.
Alex stands, taking me up with him. His rough hands cup my cheeks. "I wasn't asking, princess. I need to help you right now for my own sanity. I'm not leaving you."
I take a fearful breath before nodding. He moves to fill a container with warm water and grabs a washcloth. He sets them down at my feet. Alex is gentle as he peels the dirty dress from my body. I close my eyes, turning my head from him. I'm not ready to see his reaction to the stains Lyle left.
Alex lifts my chin, prying my eyes open. "You're beautiful, Amber. You always have been, and you always will be. He didn't take that from you. Don't be ashamed.
