Chapter 21
I stare at her, as I try to keep my breathing even. I want her to see that after everything she has shared with me, she is still the girl I bumped into at Mercy, she is still the girl I fell head over heels for in a matter of days before I’d ever even had the privilege of holding her. She reaches up, tentatively, and I try to hold my breath not wanting to scare her. She rarely initiates touch with me or anyone else for that matter. So, when she does, it is a gift. She gently brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. After my shower that night, I hadn’t bothered to braid it, so it hung loosely around shoulders.
“I love your hair,” she whispers.
I chuckle. “Thank you.”
“I’m scared,” she admits, as she strokes the long strands of my dark hair. It’s difficult not to beg he
