“There are so many guys out there . . . ” Don’t say it. “So many guys that will treat you right, who will deserve you.” He spoke as if he were a hundred miles away, not rubbing my cheek and keeping me still. I couldn’t hold back the tears. They came as easy as breathing. “Why . . . ” My fingers found his knuckles, then grasped at his wrist. “Why couldn’t it be you?”
