“Cecily…fuck. Cecily! Can you hear me?” A broken moan leaves my throat the moment I see his face, all hard, dark, and murderous. I try to open my lips to say something, but they won’t move. And neither do my hands or limbs. I’m still paralyzed, at someone else’s mercy, but I don’t feel threatened. If anything, I’m finally safe. I’ve never felt as safe in my life as I do in these arms. Slowly, too slowly, I close my eyes, letting a tear escape down the side of my face. Safe. “Cecily!” Safe. I. Am. Safe.
