surprise and excitement. “Do you mean…” He can’t seem to bring himself to finish his sentence, so I do it for him. “That I want to convince you to let the others in too? Not for sex, but just to be? Yeah. That,” I murmur, and his mouth tilts up in a heartwarming smile as his hands find my waist. Watching his metaphorical walls melt away before my eyes feels like a rare gift that I’m proud of.
