Not again, I screamed inside my head.
I had already braced myself to fall hard and probably injure some part of my body. I was even in a dilemma, trying to decide which part would suffer the most — my back, my arm, my neck, or worse, my head.
But instead, I fell into something solid.
A beating heart.
Strong arms.
“Careful, dear. I’ve got you,” a musky voice whispered.
Low. Tender. Worried.
For a brief second, I felt safe.
And at the same time, scared.
My eyes stung, tears gathering before I could stop them. I wasn’t used to people showing me care or concern. Because of that, I always found myself getting emotional whenever someone did.
It felt unfamiliar.
Unsettling.
I was still resting in David’s strong arms, my head pressed against his hard chest. I could hear the steady rhyt
