Forcing the bad away, I brought my hand to his face and smoothed the worry lines from his eyes. Gave his lips a little nudge, turning his frown upside down. “I do trust you.” Despite his forced grin, Nash’s gaze remained earnest, like he was waiting for more. But it was all I had. On some level, I knew he had more of my story in his head than I’d ever told him, but I’d pushed past that conversation so often that I didn’t know how to stop.
