Celina remained silent, honoring the gravity of the moment. She simply reached for his arm, letting her fingers glide gently over his skin—a quiet way of saying, “Go on, I’m here.”
“I’ve always been decisive about everything,” he continued. “When I want something, I see it through. And I want you. I want a life with you. I want it even if I’m scared, even if I don’t quite know how to do it. But I need to know if you want this too. Really want it. Because I can’t take another heartbreak, Celina.”
He paused, his breath heavy and warm against her neck.
“You were married. You’re in the middle of a divorce. I had someone too. But the difference is, life took Karina from me—her and our child. In one single night, I lost everything. The woman I loved and the baby I dreamed of holding. It was a blow I thought I’d never recover from.”
Celina’s grip on his arm tightened, her eyes brimming with tears. Every word from Thor was both an open wound and a step toward healing. He was baring his soul,