“I know you said you can’t give me anything more than your body. I understand why that is. I don’t expect anything more.” He looks down at where my hand is pressed against the blanket, and he slowly places his over it. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to give you everything. All of me.” He slowly drags his eyes from our joined hands to my face, meeting my own. “You deserved to know that you’re loved, Dahlia. Loved by me.”
