He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I'm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. âIs this scaring you, Tris?' âNo,' I croak. I clear my throat. âNot really. I'm onlyâ¦afraid of what I want.' âWhat do you want?' Then his face tightens. âMe?' Slowly I nod. -
Veronica Roth