“Hey.” His voice was as light as his hands as they grabbed mine from where they shook between us. “You can trust me. I won’t run from you.” He pressed a kiss to my palm. “I want to take care of you. And I know that scares you, and there’s a lot I don’t know about you and what you’ve endured. But I do know you weren’t seen, were pushed aside and forgotten. You weren’t cherished and taken care of in the way that matters. But I want to take care of you right—”
