Pinching my jaw in his grasp, he brought my face within a breath of his. His touch alone caused a chill, but the desperation in his eyes for me to understand had the opposite effect.
"The day you're scared of me is the day I'll know I failed at this love thing."
His words hung between us because, as sweet as they were, they just weren't enough.
"Honor, can we?—"
His thumb brushed over the small cut on my cheek.
"Whoever did it will bleed ten times worse." It was cruel, but it was his truth, and I believed every word.
"I just wanna go home." I turned from him and gazed out the window. It took a second, but Honor finally closed the door and climbed in on his side. As the engine kicked in, Wolfe came speeding down the block. He double-parked and hopped out, rushing toward my side of Honor's car.
"Navy, you good?" he asked, yanking the door open.
"I'm fine. Chosyn is inside. She's good, so don't do the most," I simpered, admiring how knowing his wife was okay softened his face.
"I'ma always act a fool behind mine. Get home safe."
"I will," I told him.
"Ight."
Wolfe gave me one last look before closing the door and jogging toward Gigi's front door. I found it strange that he didn't say anything to Honor, but I wasn't in the mood to pry.
Honor pulled off, and within twenty minutes of our drive, it started raining. I snickered to myself, wondering if these were the tears I refused to cry in front of this man. My heart ached for reassurance that I didn't know how to ask for.
"Navy." My name rolled off his lips slow and intentional.
"Navy," he repeated, tightening the hold his love had on my heart.
"What, Honor?" I sulked.
"You really feel like I'm gon' stop needing you?" Honor had such a hard exterior that I often forgot how soft he'll get for me. "However you feel, I want you to know you can tell me. I don't care if my feelings get hurt. Howyoufeel is always safe with me. You know that, right?"
"I know."
"Then talk to me."
"I can't," I forced out.
"Why not? You were comfortable telling Gigi and Chosyn, but you can't tell me?"
"I don't think we should talk about this right now."
"It's the only thing we need to talk about," he gently stated.
"It's raining, and I just wanna go home."
Honor cut from the left lane to the middle, then to the right, and got off on the next exit. Slowly, his car crept down a street until he came to a dead-end.
"Honor, this isn't home," I sassed, watching him throw the car into park.
"I know, but we need to talk. I don't want you walking into the house with this weighing on you."
"Yet you let me walk out of the house with the shit," I muttered.
"I felt like you needed space," He shrugged. "I wanted to give you that."
