Nora's POV
His hands were still on my arms, steadying me as I looked up into those familiar, alluring eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the only sound between us was the soft hum of the morning.
"Calvin…" I whispered, my voice breaking.
He looked down at me, his jaw tightening as his thumb brushed a tear off my cheek. "You shouldn't be running in that dress," he murmured, his voice low but shaky. "You'll hurt yourself."
"I thought you were gone," I said, my throat tight. "I thought you left."
"I couldn't," he said quietly. "Not like that. Not when you were still hurting."
That did it. The tears I'd been holding back poured freely. "Why now, Calvin?" I cried softly. "Why do you come back?"
