“Do you trust me?” he whispered next, pressing a featherlight kiss to the back of my neck. I swallowed, turning a bit in his arms so I could find his eyes in the darkness. No. That was what I should have said. It was what I felt down to the very core just days ago. Or was it? I’d loathed him. Or had I? I searched my innermost soul for that hatred I had for him, for all the reasons this was wrong. But everything was so far from my mind — Gavin, football, the accident… My singular focus lived where Zeke’s hand slipped into mine, and he silently guided me through the crowd.
