" Just before we reached the front door, Jentry gripped my wrist to pull me to a stop. My heart stuttered and soul ached. One touch and I was ready to crumble under the pain of these last weeks. I knew he’d let it happen and not judge me, because that one touch and the look in his eyes said everything that he wouldn’t. It was tender and full of sorrow. It was possessive and caring. “If it gets to be too much, we’ll go.” “Jentry, it’s—” “If it gets to be too much, we’ll go,” he repeated, talking over me. “Say the word, Aurora, and we’re gone. I swear.” I nodded when his eyes begged for a response, and tried to remember how to catch my breath when he released me. There "

― Molly McAdams , I See You