âDo you know how incredibly brave you are?â
I shake my head.
âIâm not brave. I was stupid, naive, gullible. Take your pick, but it isnât brave.â I was a fool, so intent on achieving my dream that I gave up who I was in the process. Gave away parts of myself I can never get back.
He kneels before me and rests his hands on the seat on either side of my legs. He doesnât touch me, but the warmth of his body drives out the cold that radiates from within me.
âBrave,â he corrects. âSo brave.â
The moment stretches from one heartbeat to the next.
I open my mouth, the truth locked in my mind pushing to be released, freedom from the cage of my own making within reach for the first time in forever.
âSawyer.â
He moves his hands to my legs, and with his thumbs, rubs a soothing pattern along my calves.
âWhat?â
âCan I tell you something?â I whisper.
Heâs watching me with the most earnest expression Iâve seen from him. âAnything.â
âIt wonât change, right?â I couldnât bear it if it did.
âWhat wonât change?â He scoots just a little closer.
I clear my throat. âWhat you think of me.â
âNot possible.â
The genuineness of that statement is written in the lines of his face.
With another deep breath, I open my mouth, ready to confess everything.
âIââ
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