“Shh!” I say, and I press my hand over his mouth. I did it instinctively, and now I’m right beside him, with my hand on his lips. And they’re really soft. I’m staring him down, and he’s not flinching—actually, his dark eyes are level with mine, like he’s in total control. Like it’s not even a question that he’s in charge, even with my hand over his mouth.
