Technically, yes. But her intent had never been anything beyond curiosity. She’d never even thought she’d talk to him, and definitely hadn’t been threatening to his peace of mind.
She stayed silent.
He pressed a soft kiss to her head, rubbing her back, tucking her into his large form. He was gentling her, and it was working. She could feel her insides softening. But a part of her, the part that had given and given and spiraled, that part still held back.
You’re doomed. Admit it.
She possibly was.
“We should get the divorce,” she mumbled into his chest, trying for the last time to get him to leave. “I’ve told you whatever I knew. It’s done. You have no more curiosity to handle. This… this is never going to work. I was a fool to believe that and to go after it like I did. Let’s just not waste any more time, okay?”
“I’m not letting you go, Zephyr.” His hand simply traced her hip, his words tender in the space between them.
Her heartbeats escalated. “But—”
“You know how a rainbow is made?”
Zephyr frowned. “When sunlight passes through a raindrop.”
“My life has been nothing but gray for as long as I remember,” he told her softly. “Rainstorms and thunder clouds that never went away. You filtered through that, all bright colors and exuberance and life. And the clouds are still there, but my eyes can’t leave the rainbow long enough to see them. You changed things. And I’m not letting that go, Zephyr. I’m not letting you go. Get that out of your head right now.”
Her eyes burned.
That was beautiful. The way he saw her was beautiful. And though she was still mad at him, she hugged him tightly, sobbing into his arms, not even knowing why, and for the first time in her recent memory, he held her.