Brow furrowed in concentration, he searched for something else, something about the two of them together that brought up fear. “I don’t do love.” A single sentence he used to explain to Sabrina why she was mistaken about his twin flame. He told Peyton why he never planned to be a father or a permanent part of her life. The feelings around Peyton confused his mind. Though he reluctantly admitted they were fated, he didn’t believe he could make it work with her. Commitment. Family. Love. Those were the themes in each picture of his vision. With Peyton, the other half of his soul, according to Socrates, he would commit and have what he feared most. Love.
Though they met only a handful of days earlier, he could admit to the spectacular s****l chemistry between them. He told Peyton he would st
