His other hand appears on the damaged flesh and I can’t understand how he can bear to touch me.
“I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder four years ago. It isn’t going to go away. I’m not going to get better. A life with me could destroy you, Grace. My mind isn’t fun. It’s dark. Twisted. And if you’re going to walk away, I need you to do it now.”
Her fingers travel up my body until they land on my neck. “I’m not going anywhere, James,” she whispers, pressing her forehead against mine. “Take me to bed. Not to f**k. Not to sleep. Let me hold you. I need to hold you.”
My heart hammers against the walls of my chest but I can’t make sense of the emotions running through my body. I turn slowly, concentrating on every step as I lead Grace upstairs. Crawling into my king-sized bed, I curl up on m
