Asena
The vulnerability and sadness I see in his eyes hit me hard. I think it is the first time I truly see him… without the pretense and the player-act.
Instinctively, I stroke his cheek with my hand, and he leans into it, taking a deep breath.
“Can you please tell me what happened? I promise I won’t get mad.” He says, his eyes pleading for relief.
I sigh.
“I… I asked… I am taking self-defense lessons.” I finally confess. “And before you say I don’t need that; I have zero muscle mass. Really… I suck big time. And I want to be sure I can fight and defend myself.”
“You are safe here, darlin’. No one will hurt you.” he says as he takes both my hands in his.
Does he really believe that some of his female neighbors would attack me?
“I know. I do feel safe, Mason. But I cannot stay he
