“What’s the matter?” he whispers immediately. “Nothing,” I say in an almost normal voice. “I’m just…” I clear my throat. “You were right.” “About what?” His hand lands on my bare back, where it caresses me. “When I was sixteen, I wasn’t ready for this.” I’d thought I wanted it. But I don’t think I was capable of a sexual relationship that was healthy for both of us. “Yeah,” he says softly, his fingertips tracing my backbone. “I loved you, though. If Gage wasn’t there to make your life a living hell, I don’t know what might have been.”
