Dane
Avoiding her all these weeks had been exhausting. He'd questioned himself at every turn. But every chance he got to let a conversation develop, or to catch her alone, he found himself pulling away. He couldn't stop seeing that moment at his apartment when he'd leaned in, started to think…
But she'd been just like every other woman in his life: Afraid.
Could he blame her? When it came down to it, he knew there was a darkness in him. He'd long thought that even if women couldn't have said what it was, there was some kind of intuition in them that made them wary. They could feel that something was wrong with him.
He'd thought maybe she was different—so willing to get up in his face and argue. But ever since that day…
