“You’re too good a woman for a man like him.” “And you’d be better?” A dark chuckle vibrates in his throat. “Ophelia, love, I’d be significantly worse. But I can’t watch you with him.” Somehow, we’ve ended up closer, my hands against his chest to keep a precious gap between us. “Then look away.” He looks at me like I’ve asked him to pluck the moon from the sky and bottle it for me. “Can’t.”
