Valerian glanced down at their joined hands, his heart jumping in his chest in a way it hadn’t since they’d first begun their relationship. It must have been his mind holding onto hope—or maybe his way of holding onto these last moments. Of course Greengrass wasn’t making it easy to figure out which made more sense between the physical affection and the praise and the affirmation.
“You love me,” he repeated, running his fingertips along the back of Greengrass’ hand, “and you think I’ll be a good father and that I’m a good cousin—” Not brother. Too odd. He look up at Greengrass and cocked a brow. “—but still it’s not enough?”
“You love me,” he repeated, running his fingertips along the back of Greengrass’ hand, “and you think I’ll be a good father and that I’m a good cousin—” Not brother. Too odd. He look up at Greengrass and cocked a brow. “—but still it’s not enough?”
