His brows furrowed, expression growing serious. “I think you’ll find that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do when it comes to you. I’m in the palm of your hand, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a kiss to the center. “Don’t crush me.” “I think you’ve got that backward, baby,” I whispered, pausing only long enough for him to hear the words. “I’m the one who is waiting on pins and needles for you to decide if you’re all in or not.”
