QUOTE : And I think you like that.” “L-like what?” “That I’m older,” he explains. “Than you.” I hug the book tighter, using it as a defense against the war he’s waging on me, on my senses. “Why would I like that?” But his response to my question makes me realize that there is none. There is no defense against him. Against my thorn. “Because you, Bronwyn Littleton,” he says, his eyes penetrating, “have daddy issues.