He moved into my space, his hand dipping under my hair. “I really want to kiss that worried look off your face right now.” “Cope…” His eyes searched mine as his fingers squeezed the back of my neck. “I know you’re probably not ready for that. Not in front of Luca. But know I want it.” A burn lit behind my eyes, and I suddenly recognized the true fear behind my anxiety. I’d been afraid Cope wouldn’t want more than one night. That he’d stolen my heart but hadn’t given me his in return. “Okay,” I whispered.
