Elena POV

“Why?”His voice sounded tortured yet his eyes looked hopeful, “You don’t love me.”

I looked away, too tired to attempt lying while looking him in the eye. “No, but I do care about you, and I want to help.”

He huffed, a small sound that was quickly swallowed up in the tiny space between our bodies, but offered no more protests.

My hands shook as I knelt between his muscular thighs and pulled down the zipper of his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually ...