“You seem to be under the impression that you’re not the most precious thing in my life. There is no end to the list of things I want to have with you and give to you, chief among them is time. Time to heal. Time to trust. Time to prepare your heart for what mine wants to ask of it.” The pad of his thumb swipes over my bottom lip, and he drops my gaze to trace the motion with his eyes. “How could you ever think I don’t want you around after all the things I’ve done to keep you in my orbit?”
