Noreen looked at him, tears falling without warning.
She wasn't a crier, but in that moment, it felt as if something had slammed into her chest. A suffocating wave of emotion washed over her, hot and overwhelming.
She gazed at him, seeing her own reflection in his eyes and the earnest, unwavering certainty on his face.
All the shadows of their past vanished into thin air.
She took a deep breath, fighting to blink back the dampness in her eyes.
"Seth," she called his name softly, her voice raspy. "Do you know that you're... really playing dirty?"
Seth lowered his head, pressing his lips to the corners of her eyes to catch her tears. "Don't feel pressured. Just think of it as a Valentine's Day gift."
"I'm not forcing you to make a choice. I just wanted to give you something."
His arms tightened around her. Resting his jaw against the top of her head, he could still feel the faint, imperceptible stiffness in her spine.
Resting his palm against her waist, his touch was incredibly light, as if he were afraid of breaking something fragile. When he spoke, his voice was hushed and steeped in the dark of the night.
"I'm the one who destroyed your trust. I'm the reason you don't feel secure in relationships anymore, which is why I will never force you to choose. You can test me, string me along—take as long as you need."
He rubbed his jaw gently against her hair. Softly. Tenderly.
As if repeatedly confirming that the woman in his arms was real.
"My promise is good forever."
Noreen was already choked up, but hearing the deep rumble of his chest as he spoke finally brought her remaining defenses crashing down.
She tilted her face up and pressed a light, incredibly soft kiss against his lips.
For once, Seth didn't deepen the kiss.
He simply tightened his hold around her waist.



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