Anton’s POV
I didn't want her to leave.
I didn't want her to love me.
Not because I didn't love her, because f**k I did. I f*****g loved this woman more than anything in the world, but I wasn't right for her.
This morning I'd been about to tell her I loved her, but then Elena showed up and I just -
If I told her about why I'd first been attracted to her, about why I chose the women I did, there was no way she was going to stick around.
"The fact that you're going to leave if I don't tell you."
She shook her head, her blue eyes glassy, "That's not what I'm saying. I respect your right to privacy, but you obviously don't feel the same way about me, and you don't think I should love you because of that past thing, so I don't see how we're moving past that."
I shook my head, "Of course
