“I don’t know how to forgive myself for everything I’ve done, so how can I expect you to do the same?” When he lowers his forehead to mine, I part my lips on a rushed breath, feeling warmth crawl up my spine all the way from my toes. “Then you need to learn how to forgive yourself, because I’m not leaving. I’m always going to be by your side.” My nerve endings tremble, ready to combust as he curls his fingers around my nape, stroking his thumb behind my ear. I grow warmer from his touch. His white shirt is pulled taut over his muscles, his cuffs rolled to his elbows, showing off his expensive
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