“I… I’m just scared of hurting you,” I whispered, reaching out and curling my fingers under the straps of his harness, wanting to be tethered to him somehow. Gloam wrote something in the notebook. After handing it to me, he reached out and rested his huge palm on my sternum, the warmth of it seeping through my shirt. Don’t be scared, my Adam, I read. I know you won’t.
