“Fallon, wait.” I snag her arm. I can practically hear the hiss rising in her chest. Her frosty shell’s back. “I told you once, I’ll tell you again. You don’t get a say in my life, Wyatt. You’re not my keeper.” Too easy, too desperate, the words slip from my mouth. “Yeah, but I’m your—” “Don’t,” she warns. She cuts a hand through the air, stopping me from coming any closer. Stopping our secrets. “Just don’t, okay?”
You’re her what!?
