f**k, I don’t know what I need. I don’t know what to do anymore. Can I try this again? Try us again?
Do I even want to?
He steps forward fast, anger flaring. “Hope.” He grabs a handful of my shirt, makes me look at him. “You are my mate—”
Heat floods me. I jerk free. My voice drops to a snarl. “I’m nothing to you.”
I might be confused but I won’t allow him to tell me what I will and won’t accept.
Shock flashes through his face, then hardens into hurt before it locks away all emotion.
His voice is mechanical, resolute.“What I meant to say is that I know you're under no obligation to accept me, and I won't force you, but the least you could do is acknowledge that it's there. After that, I will accept whatever you're willing to give until you decide you can give more.”
My chest hamme
