“There’s an us?”“As far as I’m concerned…” He leaned forward, his mouth inches from mine, and my pulse spiked. “There’s nothing but us.”
“You know there’s this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I’d grab Dex’s shirt without ever touching him. You know there’s a three-inch-thick glass wall separating us.Now we know, too.”
“Breckin shrugs. “I’m new here. And if you haven’t deducted from my impeccable fashion sense, I think it’s safe to say that I’m…” he leans forward and cups his hand to his mouth in secrecy. “Mormon,” he whispers.”
“I’m not running away from my responsibilities. I’m running to them. There’s nothing negative about running away to save my life.”
“Are you already assuming there’s an us?""I’m getting ready for when there is.”
“My emotions overload because there is no hand to hold, there’s no shoulder here to lean on; I’m walking all on my own.”