“What are you so scared of?” I inquired. “I saw the fear in your eyes, Nico. If you don’t talk to me, how am I supposed to understand?”
“Gianna…please…”
“I want to know, Nico…” I pressed. “I want to know more. Why are you so afraid of opening up? Why do you loathe yourself so much? What is it? Who was she…who is the woman you love? Do you still see her?”
Nico’s eyes darkened dangerously and I could visibly see all his muscles, heck his entire body coiling up with tension. I could feel the tension rippling through those beautifully sculpted muscles like a damn snake.
“She is in the past…there is no reason to bring her up,” he hissed.
“Is she?” I demanded. “Tell me you don’t see her face when you try to get close to me then? Tell me that a part of you doesn't wish that it was her w
