"Emily, please," he whispered softly, placing his hand on her leg, but she quickly pulled away. "I can explain," he continued in a gentle voice, his eyes pleading.
"What do you want to explain?" she asked through clenched teeth, breathing heavily, her hands balled into tight fists. He had invaded her privacy, her mind, everything. Her deepest thoughts, fears, and secrets were exposed for him to know. And he had done it without her consent!
Oh, no! Does he know!?!?
No! No! No!
Emily could never let Brion know about what had happened to her as a teenager. That horrific nightmare, the darkest part of her life, couldn't be brought into the light. He would never see her as she was now. She didn't want his pity. She knew very well that she was damaged goods. He didn't need to know that eithe
