“Scared of what?” His tone is cold and commanding, his brow taut and his nostrils flared. “Of falling,” I whisper. “When you fall for two men...you’re bound to have your heart broken.” “So, you left me,” he replies, and it’s not a question. “Because you scare me the most,” I answer in a soft breath. The kitchen is silent except for our gentle whispers. His thumb brushes my bottom lip as he leans down to kiss me. “Zara, Zara, Zara,” he whispers. “What have I taught you about facing your fears?”
