He raised his large hand and cupped the side of my face, his warm thumb softly stroking across my cheek to dry a stray tear.
“You walked straight into my rowdy bar five days ago looking scared out of your mind, and you still had the absolute balls to ask the President of the Iron Reapers to pretend to be your boyfriend,” his deep voice dropped into a lower, darker pitch that made my heart race. “That took something incredibly special. Something completely real. You are the only woman who makes me want to be a better man, little dove. You make me want to actually build something real for the future instead of just burning everything down to the ground. That is the exact reason why I am so completely obsessed with your face. Not because you are easy. But because you are mine.”
He leaned hi
