"What I do to you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as my heart raced.
"Yes," he said, his voice strained.
I looked up at him. “Blaze…” I said softly.
He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't bring up that night,” he said, “because I thought it would be better that way."
"Better for who?" I asked, holding his gaze.
"You,” he said simply, then he swallowed hard. "Me."
I blinked, my heart somehow beating faster from his words.
“I nearly lost it that night you were drunk,” he said roughly. “You weren’t even fully aware of what you were doing.”
I stared at him. “Blaze…”
He shook his head. "You just got here, Eli. You're still figuring everything out…the academy, your training." His light blue eyes searched my face desperately, like he was trying to convince himself as much as
