Chapter 18: Impactful Expressions.
Eleanor’s POV.
“Then nothing. No one. Can destroy this. But us,” Paul states.
“I was so afraid Paul,” I whisper against the rising tide of emotions. Emotions that are bubbling throughout me.
“Afraid of what?” Paul asks. He takes his first step bridging the distance between us. The heat in the room rises as he grows closer. “Eleanor. What are you afraid of?”
“Losing,” I choke out the one-word answer as he kneels in front of me.
Paul’s strong body squeezes between my legs. His large hands rest on my knees. His eyes settled on mine. His hands slowly brush up from my knees. A delicious warmth spreads out from wherever his hands touch.
“You. I’m afraid of losing you.” I’m surprised he can hear me. My voice sounds so quiet.