“I’ll tell you what’s dangerous,” I said quickly, before he could move to a new topic of discussion. “I’m going to spontaneously combust one of these days—and you’ll have no one but yourself to blame.” He started to push me away. “What are you doing?” I objected, clinging to him. “Protecting you from combustion. If this is too much for you.…” “I can handle it,” I insisted. He let me worm myself back into the circle of his arms.
