“I think he wants to make sure you feel safe.” That makes me shiver a little—in a good way. “He’s very kind,” I whisper, like it’s a secret. Asher says nothing to that, but he presses a kiss to my neck through my hair. “Do you feel safe?” he says. I nod and give his hand a squeeze. “Is it . . . is it always like that?” He’s quiet for a moment, and then he shakes his head. “No.”
