“I thought it was just me,” he says. “But it’s men in general, isn’t it?” “What?” “We make you nervous.” My fork hits my plate with a clink, swallowed by the background chatter. “How did you…?” “Earlier, in the hallway, you kept putting barriers between you and Zach—me, mostly. Then your face, with Kyle and Hunter. It’s not hard to guess, if one cares enough to pay attention.”
She has trauma from her deadbeat dad..
