My hands hover above his chest. “You… endured it?” He studies me for a moment, seeming to decide what he wants to say before settling with a simple, “Yes. Often.” “Who,” I swallow, “who did that to you?” “It doesn’t matter,” he says with a slight smile, spitting my own words back at me from last night. So I do the same to him. “If it doesn’t matter, then tell me.” His smile widens. “Good to hear that you listen to me when I speak, Gray.” “That wasn’t an answer,” I say softly.
