I tried to pull away, but he refused to let me go. "I'm fine," I whispered. "Paul, stop. Let go of me, people are watching." "I don't give a fuck!" he growled. "Come here. Just shut up and come here." Paul tugged me into his arms and I was wrapped in warmth. He held me tightly, his breath feathering against my neck as he gripped me so hard it hurt. I didn't push him away, didn't make it stop. Just for a minute, I allowed myself to feel that old fear, that old paranoia.
