Chapter Nineteen
We lie quietly, limbs entangled, breathing slowly returning to normal. She brings her fingertips to my face, tracing the ridge along my eyebrows, down across my cheekbones, coming to rest by cupping my cheek. I study her as she does this, seeing for the first time the lines of exhaustion around her eyes. Have they always been there, but I haven’t noticed? My conscience jabs at me. And while she’s not looking at me, daring me with her eyes to open my heart, I can see the weight of carrying a heavy emotional load in her eyes.
Fucking hell. Where have I been, that I haven’t noticed this?
I cover her hand with mine, turning my head to give her palm a kiss. “Emmaline. What is it?”
She turns her troubled eyes on me. “A secret for a secret?” she asks with a waver in her voice
