Rory’s POV
‘I . . I just . . . I need . . ‘ I shake my head, my words sticking in my throat, why can’t he just let me go? Doesn’t he understand that if I say this, everything will change!
‘Rory’ he says my name again, and it hurts to hear it fall from his lips, ‘what do you want? Tell me.’
I shake my head again, wrenching my gaze from his face, I can’t . . I won’t! I won’t lay myself bare to him, utter the words and ask for what I know I can’t have. Why is he doing this? Can’t he see that it’s destroying me inside?
Marcus takes a step closer to me, invading my space, his hand raising to my face as his other hand releases the grip it has on my arm.
His fingers trace my jaw gently as I stand there, unable to move, glued to the ground as a whimper leaves my lips. I don’t know how he does
