“Shay is worried about this…us.” I waved my free hand between us. “She’s worried because…” I hesitated, feeling as though I was about to jump off a cliff by confessing this. “Because I’m still in love with you…she knows I haven’t stopped, and she’s worried you’ll hurt me.” I swallowed the swelling that had formed in my throat as silence pulsed in the room with both our confessions. A soft kiss landed on my hairline as Ryan’s hands came to my face, supporting my jaw. “Let me fix us, Bex,” he whispered, feather light against my temple.
