“You’re always telling me, Gerard, when I’m standing here begging you to show me.” “I can’t!” “Why not?” “Because it’s not that easy for me.” “Why?” “Because I’m afraid!” “Of what?” she demanded, pushing at my chest. “Huh?” She pushed me again. “What are you afraid of?” “You, Claire,” I roared back at her, chest heaving. “I’m afraid of you!”
