A feather of a touch, and already his face was showing the effect, as were other parts of his body. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. He was riffling through his notebook again. He grabbed Nathaniel's wrist and tried to yank him in against his body, but Nathaniel braced and would not go.
Why? Because a very wise and dear friend told me I was going to fuck this up, and I don't want to do that. He hadn't pushed me behind him like I was a damsel in distress, but it was close. Shit, he's bleeding to death. How could being tied up make you feel safe? How could letting someone hurt you, even a little, make you feel good? I didn't get it.
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