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~Elara's POV
I didn't know what to say to that. Maybe because he wasn't wrong. Back then, I was tangled in fear and the feeling that I didn't deserve happiness, not the way others did. Not the way he offered it.
Darlon's hand brushed mine, almost cautiously. "I think we deserve to try again. Properly this time. No tiptoeing. No distance. Just us… actually enjoying what we should have had."
I sighed and lowered my eyes. "It was not that I did not want to be free with you," I said softly. "I just did not know how to trust happiness. Every time I tried to relax, something told me it would be taken away, so I stayed tense and careful, like I was protecting myself."
Darlon watched me with a calm expression that made it hard to look away. "Then let me give it back to you," he said. "Piece by piece, until you are not afraid of losing it again."
