Chapter 84

  “I don’t want to do this, Jake,” I utter quietly, looking down at our hands held together, so weirdly fitted and snug.

  “What? Snuggle in the cab? Let me take advantage of you?” He glances at me a little unsurely, humor evident, but not quite hitting the mark.

  “This whole bonding over shitty childhood experiences. I want to take it all back, so you don’t know any of it,” I breathe out honestly, still holding his hand, still taking comfort from his touch. He’s my harbor in the storm right now.

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s … shameful. I’m ashamed of it.” It’s the first time I’ve ever said it out loud and admitted it. I sigh, trying to steady my inner turmoil, but this is harder than I thought it would be. He shakes his head and pulls me close to him across the seat, releasing my hand to bring an arm around me tightly. His forehead rests against mine as he pulls my face back to him, his hand sliding along my jawline carefully brining me to him.