"I was worried," he admitted, so softly I almost didn't hear it. I turned my head to look at him. "About what?" "That I went too far. That I was too rough." A muscle ticked in his jaw. "That I revealed too much of me." "And what are you, truly?" I asked. Now his eyes did meet mine, vulnerability laid bare in their depths. "Selfish. Possessive." I considered his words. "I'm not afraid of that," I told him. "I'm afraid of your walls."
