“I can break you, Stone,” I said, pressing my thumb into the scar in his palm to remind ourselves of where our story began. “Maybe you won’t feel it tomorrow, or even the day after that, but it will hit you when you least expect it. Because while you were spending those few forsaken weeks fucking me, I was loving you,” I admitted, my chin trembling. “I was loving you, and that’s something that breaks you from the inside out.”
