Unarmored

SERAFINA

I shifted, turning in his arms so I could face him properly. His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, like he was reminding himself to stay present. To stay good.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?”

“For coming back. For staying. For… trying.”

He studied my face for a long moment, then leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m not very good at doing this the easy way,” he sa