She had no other option but to give him the answer he was asking for. That didn’t make it any easier.
“Jesse,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, too. I was prepared to give you the world, Emma. Do you think he could ever love you the way I do? Do you think you’ll ever come first for him?”
“I would never ask him to do that,” she shot back. “And I don’t know how he feels about me because I don’t read people any more, remember? But what I do know is that Jesse would lay his life on the line for me, that he would do absolutely anything to protect me, or to make me feel better. And I know when he’s not around, I miss him.” Her eyes burned from unshed tears, but she refused to let them become manifest. “I don’t want the world. I just don’t want to lose Jesse.”