I collapse where I am, curling my knees to my chest. My throat still feels tight.
Caine must think I'm certifiably insane. What kind of person freaks out the way I did? And the moment he grabbed my wrist, I shut down completely.
It wasn't like he hurt me. It wasn't like he did anything wrong. He was trying to talk to me in private. Perfectly understandable.
And yet my entire body reacted like he was about to throw me into traffic.
I slide up the bed until I can bury my face in a pillow.
"I'm losing it."
It's the only explanation.
I smack my forehead against the pillow once. Twice. Three times. Maybe if I hit hard enough, I can knock some sense back into myself.
Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. Caine was so worried and gentle, he'd even asked if I thought he would hurt me. Of course I don't think he'll hurt me.
Well—not anymore, anyway.
"You're crazy. You've gone insane. You've lost your mind."
