“Why are you doing this?” I question, unsure of his motives because last time I checked, he didn’t care too much about me. And I don’t for a second believe this is sexual. He takes a step into me, towering over me, which is no small feat. Especially in my heels. He has to be at least six-five. “I didn’t like the idea of you alone in that bar. Not when—” He blows out a harsh breath, his hands diving through his hair before they land on his hips. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe and no one was taking advantage of you. I know what guys see and want when they look at you. You were
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