DEMETRIUS’S POV
I knew there was more to the story than she is letting on. She was holding back the whole truth. I wished she could be free with me, open up to me, and tell me things. She wouldn't have shivered the way she did if what she remembered was good. It must have been a horrible moment for her. She stopped rubbing her arm when she saw me staring and following the movement. I wished I was the one rubbing her arms in comfort, but she still had that tall wall she had built to keep herself from any other person.
What I wanted for her was for her to trust me enough to speak to me about her concerns, her fears, her anxiety, what kept her awake and tossing at night, what brought a big smile to her face, what she loved doing, and what she avoided at all costs. All of this was what I needed from my mate, but I still had to take baby steps with her. Around her, I had to control myself. I knew she could flex away from me at her own will, so I wanted her to talk to me when she was ready,
