Chapter 183

He manoeuvres us to our side so we can stretch out to lie on the bed and presses me flat against him, from toes to nose.

“I told you I would never lie to you again, and I’m not going to. The thought of tying you up makes me sick to my stomach. I never want to see you look at me like you did in the club that day—the cross. It killed me to see you break, and I hated myself for doing it. I won’t do that to you ever again, for anything. I’m supposed to protect you, not put you in a place that hurts you, and this would, even if you say it won’t.”

And like that, for the second time in two days, he completely breaks me, in a good way, though, and I crumble into a shocked sob, turning to a liquid mess while wrapped in his arms. I cry so dramatically he squeezes me tighter and buries his face in my hair, stroking my back and shoulder with his free hand.

“I wanted to prove to you I trust you.” I sniff against him for what seems like forever as those strong arms surround me,