“Do you trust me?” “Not really,” I say back. “Not like I used to.” Christian rests the helmet on the handle of the bike, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m still the same person, Elena. The same man you fell in love with. I think you know that, and it scares you, but I told you that very first night in your apartment that I’m the one thing you never have to be afraid of.” “But I am afraid of you,” I whisper. “I’m afraid of what you’ll do to yourself if I leave and I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me if I stay.”
