"Yes and no," he answers, turning his head away from me for the first time since I sat down beside him. "I know I shouldn't be here. I should be…" "Should be, what?" "Anywhere but here," he exclaims, his voice rough, laced with something that sounds dangerously close to desperation. His eyes flick back to me, golden and burning, filled with a war I know neither of us can win. "We both know I shouldn't have come here, Tessa. But you're all I can think about."
