“You’re scared of what would happen if I hugged you now. If I held you close and told you how fucking perfect you are. You’d sooner cut yourself open on your own blade than let someone hold you after they’re done fucking you.” Though it pains me to do it, I press my palms to his chest and shove him away. He stumbles back, and I walk past him. “Don’t worry, Cole. I could never fall for you. You’re safe.” Lies. Fucking lies.
