“Something else came in the mail today.” She stiffens, and I want to punch myself in the face even though I’m just the messenger. I’d cut off a limb if I thought it would fix things. When she snuggles deeper into my hold, her arms squeezing me, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and brushing the skin of my lower back, I’m supremely grateful to have both my arms to keep her close. “Show me.” I don’t want to. I really, really don’t want to. “Tink…”
