Antalya's POV
"Even then," I confirmed. "But I need you to communicate with me when something is bothering you, instead of just shutting me out."
"I was afraid that if I told you how angry I was about the call, you'd think I was being unreasonable and it would push you away," he admitted.
"And I was afraid that if I told you about the call, you'd think I was betraying you," I said. "So we were both being stupid."
His hand moved so fast I didn’t have time to blink. It wasn’t a slap. It was a grasp. His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, not enough to hurt, but with enough force to make my breath catch and my scalp tingle. He pulled my head back just slightly, forcing me to look up into his face. The controlled anger there was a live wire.
“That’s what it is,” he growle
