“I’ve never seen that happen before, but I guess going as long as Parker did made you a little lightheaded. I had to carry you to the bed.”

I stopped trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Man, I’d missed him carrying me? “You carried me?”

He nodded. “I almost dropped you. Parker left after that.”

“Gee, good to know.”

“Em, we’re not leaving this cabin until we talk about what Parker saw.”

I pushed against his stomach, getting nowhere. Giving up, I went back to the bed and sat down. “Why did Parker go that far back? There were things… I didn’t want him to see.”

“You want to talk now?”

I glared at him. “I want to punch you. Just answer my question.”

Totally unbothered by my threat, Hayden sauntered over to the bed and sat beside me. “I guess he wasn’t getting the answer we needed.” He paused, his earlier amusement faded. “Do you really think you don’t have a soul?”

I stared down at my handshands that killed.

“Em?” He twisted toward me, his knees brushing my leg. “Parker said you think you don’t have a soul.”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Hayden. Please.”

He was silent for several heartbeats. Finally, he spoke. “There were other things that Parker said he saw.”

I pulled on the hoodie’s string and twisted it around my finger.

Hayden’s gaze dropped over me. “Why do you always wear long sleeves? Is it because of what Parker saw?”

The string tightened around my finger until I thought it would cut the circulation. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No. He only said you were scarred. At first, I thought he meant… well, something else, but then I thought about it. You always wear long sleeves, even to sleep in. I don’t think I’ve seen your arms.”

I shrugged.

He inhaled softly. “Do you trust me?” I risked a quick look at him. “Why do you ask?”

“Do you?”

“I guess so. Even though I shouldn’t after the crap you pulled, but whatever.”

Hayden reached for me. Well, not me actually. He went for the hem of my hoodie, sliding his fingers under it.

My hands clamped down on his arms as the muscles in my stomach tensed. “What are you doing?”

“You said you trust me.”

“That was before you tried to take my clothes off!” The moment the words left my mouth, a hot flush crept over me. Because, really, was that what he intended? Because… because I didn’t know what to think about that.

He gave me a bland look. “You have a shirt on underneath. I can feel it.”

“That’s not the point,” I sputtered. I actually had a tank top on underneath, not that it mattered. He wasn’t seeing it.

“Em, you said you trust me.”