Lyanna
My blood runs cold as he says those words. No wonder he's all grumpy most of the time He gives me a skeptical look, "You won't go around telling everyone now, will you?"
"I know you think I'm a basket mouth, but don't worry. I keep secrets. Trust me."
He exhales, "Mind if I come closer?"
My face heats up at his request.
Are you blushing?
I shake my head.
"No?"
I look up at him, "No.. I mean, that wasn't for you."
He tilts his head, giving me a confused expression.
"You can come closer," I ball my fists.
He scoots closer, "Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want."
I bite my lower lip, clasping my hands for comfort.
"So, as I was saying. My mother died in a storm when I was five."
"Everyone says I was the reason she died."
His body stiffens up. I reach out to hold his shoulder.
"Why? What did you do?"
The rain continues drumming on the roof of the car, threatening to tear it apart.
