Our faces so close but an endless expanse raging between us as I gazed down at her. “I’m not worthy of touching you, Raven. Not even close.” “To me, you’re the only one who is.” God. How was I supposed to refute that? Deny her? But I couldn’t give in. Touching her would be a betrayal. I’d be nothing but a monster, taking advantage of this. This woman who didn’t know me the way she thought she did. “You deserve the whole fuckin’ world, Raven Tayte. To be loved and adored. Touched in every way you want to be. But I’m not that guy.”
