“It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done,” he said, nibbling a cuticle.
“Seriously?” I said, leaning forward.
“Of course not. I’ve done far worse,” he said. His eyes bored into mine.
I stayed quiet and held his gaze, face calm, pen steady. Should I push him? I’d always protected him. He knew that.
“Do you want me to tell you?” he finally said.
I smiled my best smile, complete with tiny head tilt. “Sure, but it’s up to you,” I said.
He stood suddenly. Striding to the door, he pushed it shut, locking it with a snick.
I shivered.
“Seriously?” I said, leaning forward.
“Of course not. I’ve done far worse,” he said. His eyes bored into mine.
I stayed quiet and held his gaze, face calm, pen steady. Should I push him? I’d always protected him. He knew that.
“Do you want me to tell you?” he finally said.
I smiled my best smile, complete with tiny head tilt. “Sure, but it’s up to you,” I said.
He stood suddenly. Striding to the door, he pushed it shut, locking it with a snick.
I shivered.
