He looks up at me, the storm in his eyes fully raging now. "I want to be alone with you." "And...you are alone with me. Right now. At this very moment." He stands and slowly walks around the desk, never taking his eyes off mine. He stands in front of me and suddenly, I feel weak. He seems almost...unhinged. Should I be worried? Or better yet, should I be afraid? Letting my thoughts consume me, I take a step back. Aspen furrows his brows. "Are you... afraid of me?" I swallow hard. "No." He takes a step forward, closing the space between us. "Yes you are." "No, I'm not," I say firmly. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm just...worried about you." My words seem to momentarily stun him. His stormy eyes start to soften and his hard, stoic expression turns into something I can't quite place. It's not really sadness. It's not anger. It's.... It's fear. "What are you afraid of?" I whisper softly, reaching for his hand. He's hesitant at first, but he finally takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. He stares down at our joined hands for a while before looking up at me. "I'm afraid of losing you." ****WARNING**** This book heavily mentions suicide, and while it is not graphically described, it is both mentioned and implied throughout the entirety of this book.
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