He inhales a shuddering breath and glances up at me with eyes like those of a wounded soldier. “I stayed away because I’m completely defenseless when I’m around you, June. Logic flies out the window, and all I want to do is whisper pretty lies into your ear, telling you we’re going to be okay. I can’t be around you without touching you, and I can’t touch you without wanting to keep you.” Touch me. Keep me. Never let me go, Brant.
