But what if you don’t have to allow it? a voice inside her whispered. What if someone just took? Memory, of being held immobile between a warm body and a solid wall, came to her. He hadn’t waited for her to allow him physically close, he had just stepped in and bent her as he’d wanted, and she’d let him, vulnerable in the aftermath of her panic attack. She hadn’t ever before felt as … alive, as aware of herself as she had then. Or since.
