Sawyer looked at Elizabeth silently for a moment, and she wasn’t sure how he was going to react to her.
In the end, he leaned closer and kissed her softly.
It wasn’t charged with desire or a need for things to be something more than that – he just kissed her and then brought his hand to her cheek so he could brush her skin with his thumb gently as he responded to her.
“I’ve been told that I am destined for great things for as long as I can remember…by my father, and the rest of that pack…”
“Perhaps that’s because you are?”
“I think it’s because they wanted me to be. My father’s opinions of me were entirely because he was a narcissist and he believed his son had to be someone amazing. The others… they were searching for things within me that just aren’t there. And it has taken me a ver
