“Yeah, you scared me,” he adds. “Because loving you is scary. You have the power to break me, Kate.” “Can we talk about this later? Please? When my brain doesn’t feel like it was put through a blender? When I don’t have to worry if you're only telling me these things because of…” I gulp and close my eyes, attempting to focus. “Because of what you saw.” “I’m not––” “Please,” I beg. “Please stop. Please…wait. Please.” He stays quiet. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t drive his point home. He just watches me. Rubbing his thumb back and forth against the back of my hand, the rhythmic touch soothing. “Okay,
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I mean she’s not prickly, she just doesn’t want you declaring your live now. You could have done it before, when you were fighting.
