“Letting you in isn’t what I’m worried about anymore,” I say, and it’s the truth. “It’s about surviving after.” “You’ll never know unless you take that chance,” he says, and I have to avert my eyes. “I’ve never had anyone in my house before.” I look at him with shock all over my face. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve dated. But here”—he points at the floor—“this is mine, and I wasn’t about to bring anyone in here that I didn’t think deserved to be here.” “You’ve known me a week,” I say. “And I would have brought you here the day I met you,”
