Cooper went to him then and wrapped his arms around Park, one arm at his shoulders, the other pulling his head to Cooper’s breastbone. He stroked his hair and felt Park melt against him, nuzzling his skin and soaking up the touch as if he thought he’d never get it again. “I’m sorry I lied to you,” Park whispered, his words a vibration against Cooper’s heart. “About my past. Please just give me another chance. Please don’t—don’t leave me.”
