Chapter Forty
Edward was repulsed. She could see it in his eyes as he paced up and down, tugging at his hair.
She sat on the very edge of the bed, feet tucked under herself as she forced her gaze away from him. She couldn't stand to see the look on his face. She never wanted to see him look at her that way.
A shadow passed in front of her.
A finger hooked beneath her chin.
She tried to fight it but he raised her face toward his anyway.
His lips brushed tenderly across her forehead before his arms encased her and pulled her against his firm body.
Her breath caught in her throat.
A choked sob.
A whispered cry.
His hand stroked firmly at her back, urging her to cry on him. To use him as she needed to.