Poppy~I stand there in the doorway, heart hammering against my ribcage, words dying in my throat before they can form. Jethro light eyes soft with concern as they search my face. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a faint stammer.“I… I…” The syllables tangle on my tongue. Heat floods my cheeks more. How do I explain this? How do I tell him I am not the woman he thinks I am without breaking him again?His fingers rise slowly, gentle as a breath, and tilt my chin upward. I flinch at first, instinctively trying to pull away, but the look in his eyes stops me. Intense vulnerability. Longing. Something so tender it makes my chest ache. I let him.“Have you been crying, Nella?” he asks, thumb brushing lightly over my cheek where the tears have dried.The question sends a fresh sting to my eyes. I try to respond, but my voice cracks. “I… n-no, I…” Another stammer. The warmth of his touch, the way he looks at me like I matter, it all overwhelms me.“Who hurt you?” His tone deepen
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