The beating of her heart slows and so does his. The scent of fear is drowned by the scent of him and despite herself, her body unwinds. She bends where he bends, feels the places of him that yield to her and those that do not. He finds the empty spaces around her and fills them. Instead of feeling restrained, she feels held. And if having her in his lap is a discomfort to him, he does not show it.
