“Talk to me, Blue,” he urged and I leaned my weight on his chest as he curled his arm around me and held me close. “Was this a mistake?” I whispered, hating the way he winced when I said it. “Not to me,” he said in an anxious tone. “Was it for you?” “No,” I said quickly, sliding my hand onto his cheek and grazing my fingers through his perfectly trimmed beard.
