“Ask me for a sin.” He stills. Eyes dart to the raging sea behind me, then he gives a small shake of his head. “I don’t want it.” His hand moves to the nape of my neck possessively. “Not here.” I suck in a lungful of air and give it to him anyway. “The day you saw me up here, I wasn’t going to jump.” I swallow. “I was never going to jump. Not then, not today.”
