She fell into me, her forehead crashing into my sternum. “I didn’t know if maybe you still wanted—” “You.” I kissed her hair. “Only you.” Memphis was honest about her doubts. With Drake. With me. She told me how much she missed her confidence, but it was there. It had always been there. A woman without a backbone of steel wouldn’t have moved across the country. She wouldn’t have hit the reset button on her life. One of these days, she’d realize it too. Until then, I’d cover the gap.
