Something sharp flared unexpectedly in my chest. “I am not made of glass, Reed.”
His eyes lifted fully to mine then. “You almost died.”
The words landed softly. But they still landed like chains.
“I know.” I whispered.
“Then you understand why I am careful.”
Careful. Another word that suddenly sounded too much like control.
I sat back slowly in my chair. “I have been inside this house for weeks.”
“Because you are healing.”
“Because you decided I should stay here.”
His expression shifted instantly. He understood what I meant. And somehow that made the room colder.
Reed leaned forward slowly, resting his forearms against the table before reaching across the candlelight to take my hand. His palm was warm.
Usually that touch unraveled every anxious thought in my body.
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