“Your hands are different,” I choke out. I gasp for breath and force more words past my lips. “The man who hurt me… I only saw his hands. I… Your hands are different. I know you won’t hurt me. I’m not saying Roman would. I know it doesn’t make sense but….” I give him a pleading look, begging with him to understand. Dom’s eyes tighten and he runs a hand over his tightly braided hair. “Your mind gets it but your body doesn’t.” He shakes his head. “It’s okay. I get it.”
