“You’ll stay close to me tonight.” It’s a statement, not a question, and it confuses as much as surprises me. Especially following his sweet compliment, making me frown. “I’m sorry?” “Stay close to me,” he repeats. “Why?” My voice comes out stronger and even more baffled. His hand returns and this time his touch is firm, his big hand wrapping around the top of my knee, giving me a squeeze. “I want you close. You’ll stay at my side.” Again, a statement. And, sort of an order.
