“Hey…hey, look at me, Claire.” Crouching down in front of her, I pried her hands away and forced her to look at me. “Talk to me.” Her brown eyes locked on mine, hazy and unfocused for a long beat before finding traction in our stare. “Because.” “Because?” I coaxed, still cupping her face. “Because you don’t love me the right way,” she whispered, leaning into my touch. “The way I need you to love me.” She reached up and covered my hands with hers. “The way I love you.”
Ahhhhhh
