“Why are you even talking to me? I thought I was supposed to be your secret.” My voice cracks over the last few words, and I hope that the volume of the concert is enough to keep Nero from hearing it. He tips his head down until his lips are against my ear. “You are my secret.” Those four words pierce through the warmth his body is giving me. His arms tighten like he knows I’m going to try to jerk away. “You’re my secret because being mine puts you in danger.”
