“I don’t understand it,” she said, the words raw and agonized. “I don’t understand any of it.” “I know, Tessa,” he murmured. “I’m trying to find the answers for you.” “You mean for you,” she panted when he rocked into her again. “No, little storm. I mean exactly what I said. For you.” “Why?” “Because I know you want them. Need them. And I will always give you what you need,” he answered, easily holding her up with one hand while the other reached up to smooth a strand of hair out of her face.
