Moxie’s POV
The mention of my past made something in me flinch, even if I didn’t show it outwardly. But he saw it anyway. “I mean it,” he pressed, his gaze locking onto mine. “I would never hurt you like that. I would never make you feel like you have to shrink yourself just to stay.” There was something about the way he said it, something about the raw sincerity in his voice despite how unsteady he was, that made it impossible to dismiss. It didn’t feel like empty words. It didn’t feel like something he was saying just because he could.
It felt real and that scared me more than anything, because I wanted to believe him.
I took a slow breath, calming myself before speaking. He was still drunk, I tried to remind myself of that. What if he didn't mean all of this? What if it was just the
