“You scare me,” he said in a small voice, putting an end to my mental shouting. “The things you make me want to do to him scare me.” My brows nudged each other. “Like what?” I asked. What could I have possibly made him want to do to Daniel? Leave him? My lovesick heart supplied. Cheat on him? A more sinister part of me said. The part that knew he wouldn’t leave Daniel, and that I’d do anything to have even a tiny piece of him.
