It was frightening to think how the idea of his protection made me feel safe and not as alone. It wasn’t just frightening. It was dangerous. And I had almost fallen for it. I had almost fallen for him. Fallen for the way his sexy, gravelly voice quoted Dracula and Shakespeare. For the way he talked about Impressionist art as if he loved it almost as much as I did. For the way his eyes seemed to devour me whenever we were together. For the intense way he focused on me and my needs… even the kinky needs I didn’t know I had. For the powerful way he took control.
