"I don't want any fuckin' tea," I say, pulling my hand away from him, giving him a look. It's not fine. If it was fine, he wouldn't be here. Not in the middle of the night, breaking one of the many unspoken rules between us.

I wish I'd known that what it took for him to be okay with me touching him was to lose half the fuckin' blood in his body.

"Just... Yeah, whatever. Cabinet above the stove."