Of course," he says, and then, just then, he squeezes my still outstretched hand.
"Now I have to go," I said. I may not have been very bright on our dates, but at least I know when to leave - Goodbye.
I quickly turn around and start walking. My father must be wondering what hole I'm in.
"Wait," Bruce said.
I expected to be far away, but as soon as he grabs my wrist and stops me from walking, I know I've barely taken five steps. Or maybe it was his infinitely longer legs that made up for the distance.
His fingers are firm, but not rough. I believe that everything about him is an invitation to stay, not just his grip. I look up at his face, those cat eyes that can see into my soul. He knows how I feel, especially when my pupils dilate and my skin crawls.
Bruce.
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