SOFIA’S POVHis question stunned me for a moment. I sat there, the half-eaten biscuit still in my hand, my heart thumping a little harder than it should.“Of course, Dane. I meant every word,” I said, my voice soft but firm.He looked away, his jaw tightening. Something about the way he did it made me uneasy, as though he was bracing himself for disappointment.“But why?” he asked, almost whispering, the words falling so broken it shattered me inside. “Why would you love someone like me?”I moved closer, placing my palm gently against his cheek, forcing him to look at me. His eyes — God, they held so much pain, so much torment.“Because you’re you, Dane. Because even with your flaws and scars, you have a heart that beats for the people you love. You’re strong. You’re kind. You’re mine.”He searched my face like he was reading a sacred scripture. Then slowly, he closed his eyes and leaned into my hand, breathing deeply, as if drawing strength from my touch.“I don’t deserve you,” he mu
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