“You’re fickle,” I pointed out. “And confusing.” “I don’t mean to be.” He dipped his head, so his mouth was by my ear and goosebumps rose to meet the heat of his breath. “I can't think straight around you,” he said heavily, his hand clawing into the earth beside my head. “I could have lost you in that battle, or I could have died without ever knowing how this might have played out…”
