“Nash, I’m serious.” I hear the shake in my voice. As he moves toward me, I brace myself, ready for the impact, but he doesn’t land on top of me. Instead, his hand rests gently against my cheek, and I know he feels me flinch. “You’re afraid of me,” he says. “I thought you liked it.” “Not like this.” My voice sounds so small next to his. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you?” “No, I don’t.”
