“Let me help you find someplace that is safe for you and for Dylan.” “Justin, I can’t let you do that,” I say. “I can’t let you just …” “Let me be the one who protects you for once.” His hands rub the backs of my legs. “Let me be the one who holds your hand for once.” “You really are that perfect person,” I say, leaning down to kiss his lips. “Not even close,” he whispers, “but with you, I want to be as perfect as I can be.”
