“You’re my sun, Shay. But I don’t want to possess you, keep you for myself. I’m on my knees in awe of you, at your mercy. I will never overpower you. I want to watch you rise and experience your warmth and light—because, Shay, whether you believe me or not, you are a light.” His hands cradled my jaw, gentle but firm—not to hurt, but for me to feel his surety, his strength. “It’s okay to not feel okay. Even the sun needs rest.”
