When he pulls me upright, I’m trembling for real now. “What do you want from me?” “Everything.” His finger traces the line of my hip, possessive. “Starting with the truth you’re hiding from yourself.” “Which is?” “That when you said ‘Or else what?’ in that bathroom…” His grip tightens, sending electricity through my veins. “You weren’t afraid I’d kill you.” The crowd melts away. There’s only his breath on my collarbone, his lips grazing the hammering pulse at my throat. “You were afraid I’d ruin you instead.”
