“If you want to know what I want, then ask me,” Johnny repeated, closing the space between us. “All you have to do is ask me.” His hand came down, gently cupping my elbow. “And I’ll tell you.” I felt dizzy when I croaked out, “What do you want, Johnny?” “For a start, I want you to look me in the eyes when you talk to me,” Johnny replied, blue eyes burning holes so deep inside of me, I doubted they could ever be repaired. “Second, I want you to stop worrying about things you can’t control. Like Darren and your ma.”
