And yet I couldn’t relax. I had to hear him say it. To confirm that those thoughts in my mind, urging me to be afraid of him, were wrong.
“You’re not going to hurt me?” I asked.
His brown eyes fluttered open, and he turned to me, focused and alert, his eyes filled with glistening curiosity.
Or maybe it was exhaustion. I couldn’t tell.
“No,” he paused, then closed his eyes, laying back down on the pillow. “Not unless you want me to.”
I rested my head on the pillow next to him and closed my eyes. I was careful not to touch him, but I could still feel the heat of his body, warming me. We were sharing a bed,hisbed. But we didn’t have to touch. I could respect him.
At least a little.
