He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too.<br />‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’<br />‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’<br />‘What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’<br />Slowly I nod.