“I’m afraid it will all go sideways.” My voice cracked. “And it’ll end in heartbreak. For both of us.” “It won’t,” he said with conviction. “It’s just that we’re—” “I know what we are,” he snapped back, almost viciously. He curled his hands completely around my wrists, squeezing firmly but not to the point of pain. “What we could be,” he growled. “If you’d just let it happen.” Then he let me go. His voice was rusty and grating, demanding that I listen. “I’m tired of waiting, Violet.”
