“He’s never asked before.” Again, that cold, lonely feeling that overwhelmed me when I woke up covers every inch of my skin.
“Things are different now.” I swallow down the regret and push my phone away. “Everything is different.”
“Different is not only okay. Different is good sometimes.”
“I just wish some things could go back to the way they were.”
“Which things?” he asks and my answer is immediate. “I wish I weren’t so damn afraid.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“That I’m going to make a mistake. Just one and I’m going to lose everything because of it.” Zander. I’m going to lose Zander. I can’t tell him, because even confessing that to Damon feels like it could lead to me losing him. No matter where I look, I think, one step, and it’s all gone.