And Winn felt his chest tighten with the promise of violence for whoever caused it.
Without another word, he reached for the duvet and gently pulled it over her body, tucking her. She swallowed hard, her lashes wet, her breath uneven.
"Please, Winn. I need to forget." She begged.
"I'm not going to hurt you, honey. I would never." Winn said softly. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "If I ask you what you need to forget, will you tell me?"
He already knew the answer, but he needed to hear her say it. Needed her to acknowledge the wall she'd built between them.
Ivy shook her head.
One small movement. One violent message.
Her gaze slid away from him.
"I thought so." Winn said with a frustrated, hollow sigh. "Get some sleep, love."
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
He picked up his phone from the nightstand and walked out of the room. But the moment he stepped into the hallway, the illusion of strength crumbled.
