Chapter 83

I lower my tone, gently whispering as I cross towards him, fighting my nerves and inexperience and putting faith in the fact I know he loves me. Taking my cue from Meadow. I step across the gap and raise myself on tiptoes to reach him, laying one hand flat on his muscular chest and gently lifting the other to his jaw. Eyes resting on his, locking onto him in the way that always makes me feel safe. My heart swelled, and my body tingling with the nearness of him. “Don’t give up on us.” I breathe it out, almost against his lips. I get so close. Insides somersaulting with the need to kiss him. I run my fingers up his cheek and cup his face, pulling him close so softly my mouth grazes his lips, and I feel him physically sag into my touch. Melting against my briefest connection, his pupils dilating as I bring his forehead to mine. No matter what he says or how he acts, his truth is always in our touch, and he cannot deny its effect on both of us. That need to pour into each other and inabili