Hayley

“Hey, come on, don’t cry,” he begs. “It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.” But I can’t stop. I gulp for air and shudder in his arms, and he strokes my hair and makes rough, soothing noises that only make me cry harder. “I’m broken.” My voice is muffled against his neck, but I hear his voice loud and clear as he says, “You’re not broken, baby. I promise.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal