“I’m so sorry, June. I’m sorry I freaked out. You were already everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner, and when the sex was so good, and I found myself craving it, craving you, every minute of every damn day, I panicked. I’m terrified of losing you. So I pushed you away to protect myself. It was a bloody awful thing to do . . . and it didn’t work anyway. The harder I pushed you away, the more desperately I wanted you.”
