I swallowed hard, trying to find words, but they stuck in my throat. His question felt heavier than it sounded, layered with meaning I wasn’t sure I wanted to unpack. Did he care because he was concerned, or was this just another way to control me? Either way, the warmth of his hand and the piercing look in his eyes made it impossible to think straight.
“I…” My voice cracked, and I looked down, desperate to avoid his gaze. “I wanted to be far away. Isn't that okay? That's what I wanted, to be far away, from all of you,” I finally whispered.
He hummed, not letting go of my cheek. His thumb brushed against my skin, almost absently, like he wasn’t even aware of the effect he had on me. I bit down on my lower lip, cursing myself for reacting at all.
It was as if he could see straight
