I trail my finger along his jaw and gently lift his chin. My chest starts to feel tight when I see the pain in his eyes, a raw, heartbreakingly vulnerable sea of dark that makes emotion snake up the inside of my throat. “Why did you come here, Saint?” “I didn’t know where else to go.” It’s a whisper, his voice rough and uneven as he pauses, holding my gaze. “You’re the only thing in my life that feels right anymore.”
