I want her to say no because no matter how selfish it is, I want her to see everything. I want to include her in my life without her being afraid. If having her watch me shift is the way to do that, I’ll show her everything.
Biting her lip, Fiona releases my hand, scoots back to the middle of the bed, and pulls her knees up to her chest as if she’s hiding behind them. Though, not quite. The acrid smell of her fear isn’t as heavy as before. This time it’s tinted with curiosity and a bit of worry.
My brave girl.
Fiona
“I-I’m ready,” I stammer, tightening my arms around my legs. If I don’t do this now, I’m scared I won’t ever do it. I can’t run from this because Ethan is what he is. That won’t change. It’s better to try to embrace who he is or at least try to understand.
So, I watch,
