His eyes were glassy and my heart nearly broke at how sad he looked. "I'm sorry," I said, meaning to move away, but his palms landed on my ass, holding me in place. "It's not that. I'm just not used to..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Not used to feeling loved." Yeah, there went my damn heart. "Let me love you, Sloane." It was both a statement and a question. He stared at me for a beat before nodding once.
