He’s balanced on his elbows, his hands in my hair, and he’s staring down at me with those hot, dark eyes that seem to see right through me. I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do when I’m with this man. As open. I’d tell him anything he wants to know. But the vulnerability doesn’t make me want to run away. I don’t want to close him out. Because I see it reflected back to me, and it’s maybe the most precious gift anyone has ever given me.
