Travis’s POVShe was fighting it.Fighting me.Fighting the one thing that was so fucking obvious it practically burned in the space between us.And fuck, I should’ve expected this.I should’ve known that Sophia Moreau—the most stubborn, guarded, impossible woman I had ever met—would try to push me away before she ever let herself fall.But I wasn’t going anywhere.And she needed to hear it.Needed to understand it.Because the second she looked at me like that—Wide-eyed, shaken, terrified of what she was feeling—I knew.I knew she had already fallen.She just didn’t know how to stop running."You think I don’t see you, Moreau?" My voice was low, unwavering, every word a truth I refused to let her deny.Her throat moved in a tight swallow, her lips parting slightly, but she didn’t speak.Didn’t pull away.Didn’t try to argue.Which meant she knew it too."I see you," I repeated, my fingers curling under her chin, forcing her to hold my gaze. "I see every part of you. Every scar. Eve
Last Updated : 2025-11-06
