Are You Scared?

"Are you scared?" I haven't even realized that he has backed me up to the wall. He leans over me, his arms on either side of my body. Anyone could walk in and catch us, cast us out on the streets, banish us forever. But I am Dauntless. I am brave. I am not scared. "What am I supposed to be scared of?" I ask. "Me," he answers, and he captures my lips with his.