Grace’s POV
“Because if you want me out of your life, you’re going to need more than a door to keep me away!”
I quivered but not of fear. I didn’t even know what I felt with him so close to me. I felt safe. Safe enough to break down, but I refused to give in. I couldn’t! I couldn’t allow myself to, because if I did – and once he moved on from me – I wouldn’t know how to put myself back together…
“Grace…”
Prez’s lips brushed gently against my earlobe, and it sent a shudder down my spine. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His eyes met mine again and my breath hitched when I saw the raw emotions there.
Hope.
Determination.
And…
“Open up to me, baby,” he lured again, his hand now gently caressing my cheek and brushing away the tears that refused to stop pouring.
I closed my eyes, unable to
