“Why?” I swallowed and looked at him.
His mom might have told me, but I needed to hear it from him. My crazy mind, the insanity he made me feel, needed to hear it. It needed to hear something to validate the relationship he believed he payed for but was so very real.
George’s lips curled slightly at the corners, and he brushed some hair from my face. He left his hand cupping my head and drew our faces closer together.
“Because I couldn’t be away from you for any longer than I had to be. I couldn’t stand by and not fight for you when you were back here. There wasn’t a single part of me that would let me do that.”
“Your fighting could use so