Without thinking, I reached out and caught his wrist. “Don’t pull away from me,” I whispered, startling myself with my own boldness. A small crease formed between Seb’s eyebrows. “What do you mean?” My heart thundered out a warning I chose to ignore. Because I wanted to tell him how exhausting it was, this constant dance of coming close then retreating, how every time he pulled away it caused tangible pain.
