- RAYA -
"You don't have to worry, Raya," Dex says like he can feel the fear that has started to rise. Or maybe he realizes that I'm holding my breath. "I'm not going to think you're crazy."
His head turns, lips almost brushing against my hair while his arm stays wrapped protectively around me.
My breath comes out jagged when I finally release it, and I gently pull away from him. If we're finally going to talk about this, then I can't have him holding me. There needs to be a decent amount of space between us… even if that means being confronted with his breathtakingly handsome face and the graceful way his muscular body drapes over the couch right in front of me.
I clasp my hands together and stare at them instead, trying to figure out how I'm going to say this. I told him I would be honest, and I can't back out of it. With everything he has done, it would be awful to lie to him at this point—even if it's about this.
