NICK
"Or babysit you. Or whatever other variation of 'I don't need you' you were currently constructing in your head." He stopped, setting the fruit back down, and looked directly at me. "I am fully aware."
"Then why."
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he began closing the distance between us again, his steps slow and measured, a deliberate pace that left no room for accident. "I came anyway," he said softly.
I tracked his approach, my grip tightening on the edge of the mattress. "You have a complete lack of respect for personal space."
He stopped just a few inches away, his head tilting to the side. "I've been told that before," he said, the sly smile returning. "But nobody has ever complained about it quite as specifically as you do."
"That speaks poorly of the company you keep."
