“Eva, my love. I’ve had six years to let you go and decide you’re not worth it. Give me six hundred more and it still wouldn’t matter. I’m yours. It’s okay to be afraid. I’ll be brave for us both until you learn to trust it. Trust me.” He places a kiss to my temple. “Let me prove it to you.” Another on the tip of my sniffling nose. “Let me take care of you.” A hot, gentle brush across my lips. “Let me love you.”
