““Now may I taste it?” I shook my head. He dipped a finger into the core of the peach and brought it to his mouth. “Please don’t.” This was more than I could bear. “I never could stand my own. But this is yours. Please explain.” “It makes me feel terrible.” He simply shrugged my comment away. “Look, you don’t have to do this. I’m the one who came after you, I sought you out, everything that happened is because of me—you don’t have to do this.” “Nonsense. I wanted you from day one. I just hid it better.””
