Loving him meant she would always be scared. And still, she would never choose differently.
Olivia stopped avoiding his gaze and finally let herself drown in the depths of his dark eyes.
There was so much she wanted to say to him, enough to fill all the spaces in the world, yet none of it could escape the tightness in her throat.
Some feelings were simply too fragile to survive being spoken aloud. But if he could only read her eyes, then maybe he would understand.
“Olivia?”
Clayton’s hand rose to her cheek. She felt every hardened line beneath his fingertips. His hands were not gentle by nature, but when they touched her, they were always impossibly tender.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not,” she whispered instinctively, lifting her own hand to her cheek. Her fingers came away damp.
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