She shifts my hands off her face, making to move by me. My hand shoots out, wrapping around her arm, bringing her back to me. Mocha eyes widen as they peer up at me, and when I push her against the wall, her breath catches in her throat. I’m as gentle as I can be with her right now but something inside me flips like a switch at her words. “You have always been enough. Always. You’re so fucking enough, it’s ridiculous.”
