A hand suddenly grips my shoulder and I stiffen. “Hey.” I shrug out of his hold and turn toward him. His mouth is a bloodless line. “I know,” he tells me forcefully. “I’m not sorry I snooped—” “Hey, I snooped, too. It’s fine—” “I will destroy anyone who fucks with him.” His eyes are red with unshed pain. “I know. I know.”
