I shake my head, breath caught in my throat.
"I've already told you," I say, trying to gain control of my breathing. "You're a good man. Your attraction to me is genuine. And I...I like that. I enjoy it. I find it attractive. But I'm not sure that I can be...entangled in this. Please understand."
"I understand nothing. Tell me, Sophie."
"I'm telling you--"
"Why are you running?"
I try to squeeze out words, but they won't leave my mouth.
"I...I'm not running." The space between us feels electrified, full of sizzling energy.
He is so close to me. Too close. And I am leaning towards him.
"You are." Jacob's eyes are desperate when he says it. Desperate for the truth. I know it. I'm desperate for the truth too. I close my eyes, my heart exploding with stories. Stories about the mistakes
