Elena's POV;

"I have to leave." He said but I grasped his hand before he could turn. It was instinctive. He looked down at my hand holding his. It barely covered his hands though. I raised my gaze to meet his eyes.

"You don't have to." I shook my head and really did want him to stay. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He looked a bit conflicted but I never pinned him to be hesitant about anything. Why was he? Did he think he was going to hurt me? My eyes traced the tattoos on his neck, trailing down to oblivion, due to his...