“Yeah,” he says with a rough edge to his voice, “this time he didn’t. Is that why you started going back to your self-defense classes?” “That was part of it, yeah.” “What was the other part?” “You.” I blow out a breath, and Chris’ eyes stretch. “Me? Did I…have I ever made you feel unsafe?” He starts to release me, and I use what little range of motion I have in my hand to grasp his fingers because I don’t want him to let go. “No! I didn’t mean it like that at all.” He doesn’t exactly look convinced but he stops trying to pull back, which helps me find the right words to explain. “You never
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