Sophia’s POV
His arms tightened just a little more around my waist.
Not forceful.
Not demanding.
Just… there.
Like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly, I would slip through his fingers again.
I stood still.
Completely still.
My fingers rested on the fabric of the outfit I had picked, but I wasn’t seeing it anymore.
All I could feel…
Was him.
His warmth.
The steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.
The faint tremble in his breath.
And that… that was what broke something inside me.
Because Colton Greene, this composed, controlled, always-put-together man…
Was shaking.
Very slightly.
But enough for me to feel it.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, his voice lower this time.
Closer.
More fragile.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were a
