"I'm not sure I can explain it." My palms were sweaty in his hands, but I couldn't force myself to let go of him. Something about his touch grounded me, and right now, I needed something stable.
"You have to try." His voice was insistent, borderline demanding.
"If I do, will you do the same? Will you tell me what you know?"
Reluctantly, he nodded.
I took a deep breath, struggling to find the words for something that made no sense. Trent remained unmoving, his gaze never wavering. I studied him, desperate to understand who he really was and why I was so drawn to him. His face reddened, like his skin was getting sunburnt right before my eyes.
I tilted my head. "Are you okay?" I asked, leaning closer. "Your face. . ."
He dropped my hands and turned away from me. "I'm sensitive to sunlight." Then he moved faster than anyone I'd ever seen move back to the driver's side door. "C'mon, let's sit in the car and talk."