He straightened and turned, sliding his hand along my jaw. “I know it hurt to get up those stairs. You won’t admit it, and that’s okay, but please let me do this. I don’t want you to put yourself at risk of further injury.” I lightly scratched the beard at the side of his chin and met his gaze. “And if you fall? I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt.” “It’s too late,” he murmured. “I’ve already fallen.” He wasn’t talking about tumbling down those steps. Holy shit.
