I turn to open the door, but Robert is already in front of me, rum spilled onto the floor, forgotten.
He slides his arms around my waist and steps forward, pressing my back against the wall. He rests his head on my shoulder, pushing against my neck. I suck a breath in as he squeezes my waist, warm breath ghosting against my skin.
“Why do you keep running?” he murmurs. My every nerve is on fire as his body crowds mine, so warm and inviting. My hands shake. I don’t know what to do with them. My tail flicks wildly behind me. “What are you so afraid of?”
What was I afraid of? That Visi would hate me more than she already does. That Shroud would put me back on the cold, unforgiving streets and I would be alone again. That Robert was only infatuated with a surface level version of me. The fact that I still couldn’t understand what it means to be human, what it means to have the emotions and understand them.
I’m afraid of the fact that as soon as Robert figures out everything I lied about, everything I really am, I’ll lose the only good thing the world has ever given me.
What am I afraid of?
“Everything.”