“He’s what?” he hedges. “He’s mean. Okay?” “Like he’s an asshole? Yeah, I picked up on that already.” “No. Like…he’s violent.” Frowning, his gaze moves from the door to me. When he gets all serious like this, I swear it feels like he can see me. Reaching out, he cups the side of my jaw and rubs his thumb across my cheek. The simple touch cuts the anchor on the tension coiled around my spine, and I finally remember to breathe.
