A crease formed between his eyebrows as he asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone, "What do you mean?"
I could sense the tension radiating from his body.
Truth to be told, I never thought there could be another side to his cold mask. Maybe I never came close enough… or maybe he never let me.
And now, with him standing this close, looking at me like he actually wanted an answer, I almost hated how it made my chest ache.
God, why did it have to be him asking this?
If it were anyone else, I would've brushed it off with a sarcastic remark, maybe even laughed it away.
But with Dave… I couldn't. His gaze had this dangerous weight to it, like whatever I said next would brand itself into his memory forever.
I knew I should keep quiet. I knew that giving him this piece of myself would only give him another weapon to use against me later.
But the words were already clawing their way up my throat, and for once, I was too tired to swallow them back down.
