“This too,” I whispered. His muscles tensed, Rory’s entire body suddenly called to attention. “Sybil.” “I’ll wear it publicly, like Benji wants. Prove that I’m influential. Mythical. Fearsome. Only—” He kept still. Waiting for me to finish. “Only I don’t think those things matter to me anymore.” I stepped closer, our faces inches apart. “Please, Rory. Take it off. I want someone to see me.” I whispered against his lips. “I want it to be you.”
