Trying To Act Brave

CELESTE'S POV

The words still hung there when his stare began its slow drag across my face, my hair, the arms locked tight above my head. He sank lower until our noses nearly met, the hard set of his mouth a near match for the glare I refused to drop. Deepest brown I’d ever seen, not black. He looked straight at me and I looked straight back. I would not give him the break. I needed him seeing a