My breath came out in small, broken pulls I couldn’t control. I forced myself to look down-at his hand over mine, at the deep contrast between his calm and my shaking.
Then.. he tightened his grip. Not enough to hurt. Enough to make my fingers slip from the fabric.
“No..”
The word didn’t leave my mouth, but it screamed through every frantic beat of my heart.
He peeled my hands away from the blanket one fingers at a time. Slow. Sure. Unbothered my the way I trembled beneath his touch.
The fabric loosened, sagging against my chest, barely holding on. I felt the cold air on my skin as it shifted. I felt the panic slam through me when I couldn’t pull back.
He didn’t look at the blanket.
He only watched me. Watched me fear.
Watched my breath stutter.
Watched the moment I realized I co
