“ You’ve stopped crying. I’m glad. I don’t want you to cry anymore. ”
He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.
~ Tara Janzen
Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't,” he said, his own jaw a little tight. “So I stole his car.
She could not leave him hanging like this. “If you were hurt, I need to know.” It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.
He needed to gather her up, hold on to her, anything to help her stop trembling. Something was going to shake loose if she didn’t.
