“Reaching over, I stilled his leg. Eyes wide, he turned to me and whispered, “I’m nervous. I’m really fucking nervous. I never get nervous. What the hell is wrong with me?”
“I’m not afraid, but I’m very nervous.”
“I’m a nail biter. Not when I’m nervous, but when I misplace my hammer.”
“For a moment, I’m captivated. He’s seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.”
“I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.”
“I make you nervous,” he whispered. It wasn’t a question, but a statement. The smirk on his face told me he knew it was true. - Finn (Forsaken)”