12
Grif
Anna took a deep breath, let it out. “You—”
“I what?” I prompted when she pinched her mouth closed, as if afraid the words would fall out.
“You’re…you’re heat and electricity,” she admitted. “You make my mind go blank. I feel alive when I’m with you, Nick. I forget myself when I’m with you. Forget the fear.”
Yes. She wasn’t indifferent, she was affected. I affected her. It was almost too much to handle. She’d shared something pretty intense, which no one in our line of work dared to do. She’d given those words to me, how she felt—how I made her feel—to hold and to protect. It was a heady sensation, but also a lot of responsibility. Could I handle it, especially in my—our—line of work? I had to sit down. I moved around her, dropped into her comfortable armchair.
I was still th
