Greene poked her head in, and I nodded my head to let her know we were good. “When is the last time you allowed yourself to cry on someone’s shoulder, Bleu?” “I don’t like to burden people,” she admitted. Pulling her face up, I kissed her lips softly and wiped her tears. “Do me a favor.” “That is?” “Cry on my shoulder… burden me with your tears because I can tell it’s not something you do often. Allow me to hold you because you don’t want anyone else to hold you. Give me that.”
