My heartbeat picked up. “You think I don’t know my own mind?”
He let out a breath through his nose. “I think you’re in pain. And when people are in pain, they look for anything that makes it stop.”
I froze against him.
Was that what he thought this was?
He looked down at me for a long moment. His hand moved from my hair to my cheek and his thumb brushed under my eye where it was still faintly swollen.
“You’re too soft right now,” he said. “Too open. I could ask for anything and you’d give it. That’s why I’m not touching you.”
I leaned into his palm. “But I want you to.”
His breath hitched, just slightly, and his fingers curled against my skin.
I didn’t wait for him to decide.
I leaned up and kissed him.
That broke his restraint.
His hand slid deeper into my hair, gripping it
