Page 72 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
He’d never held her all night in his arms—even though getting up from her bed, Mia’s warm, naked body was so hard—because he hadn’t wanted to get close to her or start thinking about how nice it would be to have her in his bed every night.
He’d left because he hadn’t wanted to hurt her, and in the end he’d done exactly what he’d always feared.
Sam entered, let himself quietly into the big stable block, taking a few steps before leaning against a timber stall door and slowly, silently shuddering his back down until his butt hit the cold concrete.
He’d fucked everything up. He’d tried so damn hard, and it was all his fault.
A sob erupted from him, a noise Sam had never let out before, the emotions of everything he’d been through catching in his throat for the first time in his adult life. He’d been angrier than a bull seeing red, full of so muchfury that he’d scared himself, but he’d never, ever let himself cry.
Tears slipped down his cheeks as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes tight.
He was damaged goods. He wasn’t good enough for Mia, didn’t have enough of himself to give her, and she deserved better. He was fifty shades of fucked up, and there was no way he was going to hurt Mia any more than he already had.
Blue whined and leaned against him, and he buried his face into his fur, holding him as he cried, alone except for his dog on the cold, damp floor of his barn.
