Chapter Six
"Read it out for me, out loud or I will be forced to talk about another one that I read" , he says, and my eyes nearly jump out of their sockets. . What more did he read? s**t!
. Why did I have to leave that book with him? How could I be so reckless? How could I forget all the things that it contains? And now there's absolutely no going away from this. He knows. He knows exactly what I think about him every single time I see him.
"Did you write this from the heart?"
I shake my head. "Not from the heart, but from somewhere" , I say, and he holds my hand, placing it on my chest.
"If it was not from the heart, where was it from?"
He asks, and I grab his wrist, directing that hand downwards, and every single step, every single movement, every single distance it covers go
