“Are you going to stop boxing illegally?”
“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate.
A riot of sensations washed over her, from triumph to a sense of power that worried her, and sheer joy.
“Then stop. Please. You would make me so happy.”
He held her face in his ruined hands. “I will. I promise.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, careful not to hurt him. He hugged her back and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
She made a promise as well. She would care about him and help him along the way because leaving him alone wasn’t possible. How could she have ever thought him cold and unfeeling?
He was the opposite. Tristan felt too much, cared too much. And she cared about him, too.
