“My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press,“ he says, his fingers squeezing at the word "break". My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, “But I resist it.““Why...“ I swallow hard. “Why is that your first instinct?““Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating.“ He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. “Sometimes I just... want to see it again. Want to see you awake.“
Veronica Roth - Divergent
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