Evaline:
The moment they realized I wasn't joking about the "we need to talk" thing, both of them straightened on the couch.
"Alright," Draven said, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. "Say whatever it is you need to say."
"Yeah," Oscar added while tilting his head at me. "You have had that look on your face all evening. Just spit it out."
Easy for them to say. Now that it was my turn to actually reveal the secret, my throat felt like it had sealed shut. I could feel the weight of my own heartbeat in my ears. My fingers twisted together in my lap, and the anxiety swelled so high it was impossible to hide.
Of course, they noticed.
Without a word, Draven's hand slid over mine, warm and steady. On the other side, Oscar's fingers wrapped around my other hand, squeezing gently as if to say - You have got us.
The gesture should have made it easier. It didn't. My voice still trembled when I finally closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
You can do this.
