“I’m so fucking confused.” “About what?” “You. Me. This.” He waves a hand between us. “I don’t want to want you again. I can’t risk falling into your hands only to get hurt, Hayden, because I barely survived the last time. I have my kids to think about now.” “I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit quietly. Quite the opposite, actually.
Oh, they are going to make me weepy, I know it.
