“I think he can read my expression.” “Your bitch face?” “No,” Rose drags out the word. “…I’m scared.” I regret my words as soon as I hear her honesty. It doesn’t come often, especially not around me. “Rose,” I say, trying to soften my edged voice. “Sex is a big deal, and you shouldn’t sleep with Connor if you’re afraid.” “Why are you being nice to me?” “I don’t know,” I admit. It feels weird. “Well…I don’t like it.”
