I know he doesn’t trust me, and he has good reason, but until now, I’ve never truly questioned if he loves me. And I can’t do this if there’s any doubt. “H,” I say, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand out. The look on his face tells me that he knows exactly why I stopped him. His head drops and he focuses all his attention on the floor—unable to look back at me. And somehow, that makes it worse. “Oh my God,” I breathe, choking up. His head lifts, and there’s something in his eyes, but it only makes things worse.
