Chapter 84

• Sandro's fingers glided up and down her waist, prompting a gentle request, "Humor me tonight, Tasha." The moment he noticed her hesitation, his eyes dimmed with an unreadable emotion. "please."
• Anastasia understood his choice of position, recognizing that this was his way of granting her power over him. She appreciated why this moment was significant for her—it was a step forward, a step towards trust and healing. Having control over the rhythm and pace, being able to halt everything whenever she wished, gave her a sense of security. When she looked into his eyes, she found reassurance; he was not like them.
• Those who came before had never cared enough to meet her gaze after they had shattered her. To them, it was only about finding temporary satisfaction.