“Please,” I beg. Tears fall as my hurt mixes with need to never let him go. “Flower.” He gently lowers me to the bed, coming down with me, his hands softening the fall before bracketing my face. “Please,” he kisses my cheeks, “please don’t cry. I’m here. We’re here. We’re together. We can work through it all, just let me love you. Let me show you.”
