"I'm no longer trying to manipulate you, Sash," he murmured, tracing that incredible line down her neck with his thumb. "I desire you to see my thoughts, my heart. I want you to know. If you're alone tonight and wondering about me, I favor you questioning about how much I love you, not how a whole lot I hurt you."
"But you did damage me, Tryson !"
"I know. I know. I'm no longer saying you can simply forget about that. But… f**k, Sash, let me show you why. Let me exhibit you how it was—and why I did it, so you can at least understand."
"I… okay," she whispered, staring at him, her eyes broad pools of warring worry and hope.
He cupped her face with his hands—physical connection would let him speak the feelings more deeply—and stared into her eyes. "I never wanted to depart you for a seco
