Clairessa’s POV
“Let me help you,” I countered, regaining my stance as I took a cautious step toward forward.
“Stop.” He shook his head. “There’s broken glass,” he muttered, his voice low as he pointed at the floor. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I followed his gaze and looked down. That’s when I noticed a tray of glasses had shattered into pieces around his feet. He bent down clumsily, his movements sluggish as he tried to pick up the shards.
Ignoring his warning, I carefully stepped around the glass and knelt in front of him. “Let me help,” I insisted, my hands already reaching for the broken pieces.
“You never listen, do you?” he snapped, as his larger hands covered mine, pulling me to my feet. His grip was strong despite his clumsiness. He lifted me away from the broken piece
