‘‘ i know.. i know.. ‘‘ trailing off, he lets out a frustrated groan and lays his head back on the pillow. ‘‘ it’s just.. i feel so bad. and it’s all i think about, because that was when i was always pushin’ you an’ anyone else away..’‘ bringing both his hands up to run it along his face, then up through his hair . ‘‘ if i push you away.. don’t leave. don’t give up, ‘kay?’‘
“Babe,” Ayla wanted to groan, but she just tilted her head back as he went on. Listening to this again. She wasn’t aggravated by it, but she didn’t know how many times she was going to promise that she wouldn’t give up and how many times she had to tell him that he was stuck with her. Digging her nails into his chest. Not to hurt him, doing it more in a playful manner. “You need to stop. I already told you multiple times that you’re stuck with me,” she told him while looking back down at him. “I don’t know what else you want me to do, or tell you.”