“I don’t want to make you feel uneasy or anything.” “Too late,” I murmur, my involuntary drive to breathe suddenly ceasing to exist. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. His forehead creases and concern washed over his gray irises. “I make you uneasy?” Shit. “Not in the way you meant.” He doesn’t look any less concerned. “In what way do I make you feel uneasy?” “In every other way,” I laugh, shaking my head at myself.
