Priscilla’s POV
It had been a few days since I helped Wyatt calm down in his office. Watching that unregulated expression of anger cross his features, marred them into something unrecognizable. I didn’t want to see him like that again.
But watching his terrifying expression melt into uncertainty. I got a glimpse of that softness he had inside. That overwhelming urge to protect those he cared about. If I could see him like that every single day. Raw and soft. I think I would probably thaw at his feet.
At that thought, I got a jolt of possessiveness at the realization that I wanted to be the only person to see him like that. Read him when no one else could. Wyatt knew things about me that I would never tell anyone else, and I knew that he valued my words.
Suddenly, those mossy eyes didn’t feel so complicated.