“The truth is, I’m terrified all the time, but of you especially,” Trent admitted, his eyes searching mine. “Of…me?” The idea was so ridiculous I wanted to laugh. “Yes.” Trent’s voice wobbled. “I’m terrified because you’re everything. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And for the first time in my life, every action I take is wrong, wrong, wrong. I don’t have sweet words. My silver tongue gets tangled. You make my hands sweaty, and my heart race. I feel like I’m in goddamn grade school when you’re around.”
