Chapter 28: The Sound of Rain
Run, Sand. Just run. Don’t do this. Don’t talk to him. Just run, I thought. But my legs wouldn’t move, and my glance couldn’t steer away from his, even if it was at the end of the tunnel. Run because you have to. Run because your world is safe without Ben Cutter being a part of it. Run because…
He was crying. I honestly heard him crying: sniffing while he said my name, sobbing almost. What was he crying for? I didn’t understand. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend or fathom his condition.
“Why is he crying?” I whispered.
“Sand!” he cried, calling out my name. “Sand, just give me a minute.”
I admit, he was sexy as hell as he cried. Some men would have been considered weak and annoying, but I rather liked it when Ben Cutter, the famous pastry chef, came off
