~ JESSE ~
"…I don't want you to feel scared, beautiful. I want you to feel safe. The way you make me feel safe."
My lip trembled. "I want that too."
"I know. And I know it's up to me to make that real for you. Just… give me a chance. Please, Jesse. Please."
Cazz stared at me with such earnestness in his eyes- and they were blazing. But this time not with heat or anger, but with a plea.
The bond throbbed in my chest, and I bit my lip as my body propelled me towards him, one wobbly step at a time. And when I reached his side, he reached for my hand and pulled me up onto the bed with him, immediately folding me into his arms and laying a hand over my head, tucking me under his chin.
Then he took my hand and flattened it against his chest, right where he would feel the bond the strongest.
My heart was pounding and too quick and I was still shaking, but it felt so good to be in his arms. So good that I wanted to cry.
But I was so sick of crying.