I wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling. I needed to know, but sometimes . . . well, sometimes those thoughts and feelings were enough to make me want to scream. Dace might have been gorgeous, and I might have loved him beyond reason, but he was also stubborn, closed off, and completely infuriating.
All three of the last traits had grown by leaps and bounds in the past few weeks.
You know I can hear you.
So? I rolled my eyes in response to his reproachful tone, not feeling the least guilty that he'd heard my thoughts.