“Tell me to stop,” I breathe. “Because I can’t do it by my own willpower.” Bella swallows thickly before tilting her head up more, a thousand thoughts floating behind those honey-brown eyes. “Just for practice, right?” Something crumbles in my chest but I don’t let her see it, not when I’ll take the scraps she gives me. I’ll take anything over nothing. “If that’s what you have to tell yourself,” I murmur, our lips a hair’s breadth away. “Is that not what you tell yourself?” “No.”
