Kindle Notes & Highlights
The worst part about being unable to look away was the skip of her heart when he turned to her, a golden gleam enveloping his irises and the most devastating smile on his face. “Torture away, m’lady,” he answered, his voice rough after the belly-laugh. “I’ve always only been yours to torture anyway.”
“Shh.” He braced his forehead against hers. His free hand came up to her cheeks, slowly wiping at the evidence of her misery and relief. If he continued to be gentle with her, she would sink into his arms forever. His voice was soft, the words between them as he said, “It’s time to start being good to yourself. It’s time to see yourself the way everyone sees you.”
