“Do you regret it?” she murmurs, her tiny hands gripping my arm. I like how she’s holding on to me with all her might. Her entire body clings to mine like it’s the most natural place to be. “Regret what?” I ask. “Getting to know me. Pursuing me. All of it.” A stuttering breath chokes out of her. “If you stayed away from me, you wouldn’t be here.” “I regret nothing, sweetheart, least of all knowing you.”
