Liz
Could I give him what he was asking for? Could I let go of the part of myself that constantly wanted to shield and protect me from every possible threat, even when there wasn't one standing right in front of me?
Rowan looked at me with hopeful, pleading eyes and I could tell he was seconds away from outright begging if that was what it took. The thought tugged a small smile toward the corners of my mouth before I could stop it. I felt Rowan pull back slightly, giving me space to think instead of crowding me for an answer. My attention drifted toward our joined hands. His thumb continued rubbing slow soothing circles against the back of my hand like he was trying to ground me without forcing me into anything.
I didn't know what to do with the things he was saying. I had spent hours
