Silence.
Then, finally, she glances up at me through liquid whiskey eyes, luminous with tears, and my heart squeezes so painfully it's damn near unbearable. I hate this. I hate seeing her hurt. That realization hits me in the gut—I'm in way deeper than I initially
thought. Fuck.
"Well?" she asks, wiping her tears with a little sniff. "Don't keep me hanging. What's the sweet secret?"
I blink at her, thrown for a moment. Then I clear my throat. "The only way to go from the bottom is up. And I'm going to be here with you every step of the way."
"No, you won't. Because I won't be here for longer than a day."
The ache in my chest eases at the return of her sass, and I let out a low chuckle. "Huh. We'll see about that." I push to my feet and head towards the door, swinging it open to find Morgan waiting outside. Tilting my head, I motion for him to come in.
