I’m not a woman comfortable with emotions. I have no experience with having real, honest conversations with a man. If he makes me try to explain now, it will come out a jumbled mess, and I don’t want this—us—to be a mess. He looks at me like he’s reading my thoughts through my eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I hear you anyway.” My jaw tightens around the wad of sentiment, nearly choking as I try to hold back tears to his perfect response. “Osrik?” I whisper, and my voice sounds small. I’ve never let myself feel small around a man. It wasn’t safe. But it is with him. “Yeah?” “I want you
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