Renee
I laughed, pulling back to wipe my face and laugh at myself. His eyes were still full of concern and understanding, but I couldn’t stand to look at him for long.
"I-I'm sorry, I just---"
"You have nothing to apologize for." He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed away my tears.
I chuckled. "I'm not wearing make-up."
He let out a low whistle. "Thanks for the confirmation. You're hell in heels when you do, you know?"
I had no idea what that meant, but he smiled and kept dabbing away until my face was dry. I realized that the fabric of the handkerchief was softer than anything I had ever felt, and rather than the usual irritation I might feel around my eyes, there was none.
"…Neil…"
His gaze turned warm, inviting as he lowered his hand. He pressed the handkerchief into my ha
