“I think—” Pausing, I dropped my head and clutched the sill. “I’m going to cry.” “That’s okay,” Johnny told me, standing so close behind me that I could feel his thigh against mine. “It’s okay to cry.” “I don’t want to do that in front of you again.” Exhaling a ragged breath, I clenched my eyes shut and choked out, “I don’t want you to see me fall apart all the time.” “Well, you don’t have a choice,” he replied, turning me around and pulling me into his arms. “Because I’m not leaving you.”
