But Leo’s hands don’t feel sinful. They feel reassuring, protective, comfortable. Maybe I shouldn’t trust him–maybe I’m as horrible and stupid and terrible as they claim my sister to be, but I don’t feel any of those things. I’ve never thought any of those things about my sister either. No matter how many mistakes she makes or how many rules she breaks, I still love her. I still find her comforting, protective, and reassuring. Maybe that’s why I feel safe around Leo, and maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I’m stupid.
