QUOTE : Don't what?" he asked, surprising me as I moved to stand by closing in on me, getting in my personal space. "Don't want to talk to you?" he asked, still advancing, making me go back two feet until the tree stopped me. "Don't be interested in what you have to say? Or, maybe," he said, his hand raising. I felt his fingertips glide over my cheekbone then down my neck as he tucked my hair behind my ear. "Don't give you something you've been thinking about since you were a teenager?