“I have no one.” He caught my hands that time, wrapping one hand around the back of my head and pulling me into his chest. I melted into him, unraveling as his scent enveloped me. “Me. You have me.” My breath hitched, and I pulled back, searching his face. He looked genuine, and a small part of me wanted to believe him. But I didn’t. “You can be angry. Hell, you should be, but you’ll be angry here. With me. Take it out on me. Take out every ugly, suffocating emotion on me, because I am not letting you go out there to shoulder this alone.” He brought his hands to my cheeks. “You are not alone,
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