“I’m afraid of who I am here,” Park said finally. His voice had cracked open to something almost painfully vulnerable, and he was looking up at Cooper from beneath lowered lashes as if watching and waiting for him to walk away. “You should be, too.” Cooper stood and took hold of Park’s hand. “I’m not. I could never be. And I’m way too stubborn to lose you, even to yourself, so don’t worry about that, either.”
