“You told me you loved me earlier,” I whisper. Her fingers still, and piercing blue eyes hold mine hostage. “I know what I said, and I meant it.” “I didn’t say it back.” I cup her delicate face in my hands, pushing past the anxiety at the sight of my hands on her perfect skin. “But I do, you know.” Her hands cover mine, and she turns her face to press her lips to my palms. “I love you so damn much, it scares me, baby. Because I don’t know if I’m a good enough man to keep you.”
