Escaping Into You

ROWAN’S POV

I blink and the tears spill anyway, sliding down my cheeks into his palms, and he catches them there, holds them, and the expression on his face while he watches me cry happy tears is something I want to photograph and frame and hang on every wall of that house in Portugal.

“When Mateo had me on the floor—” The words come before I’ve decided to say them, pulled from somewhere urgent an