Screaming silently that walking around without even a flicker of uncertainty where a man—any man, really, but especially one who can charm the panties off a nun with a single smile that, these days, he only gives to you—is concerned is a stupid thing to do. But I don’t feel stupid, I just feel excited and open. Capable of taking care of myself but also comfortable in the knowledge that I don’t have to do it alone. For right now.
