“Gabriel,” she cries against my lips. Cupping her face, I hold her gaze. “I cared, Angel.” I pull out and pause at her entrance. Her eyes water, and I thrust in again. “I care so fucking much, it scares me.” “I thought you hated me.” Her hand brushes my cheek as tears run down the corners of her eyes, and that damaged organ in my chest breaks. “I never have.” I kiss her tears. “I never could.”
