You won’t be safe otherwise.” he dumped his heavy jacket in the seat behind him, not needing it any more, neither to keep him warm nor keep her quiet. He was sensitive yet strong, playful yet loving towards her. She tried hopelessly to cover her private areas with her small hands, still leaving plenty on show for him. She steeled herself to move over to her bag, as quickly and comfortably as she could. Something troubled her greatly, and she knew deep down that this was wrong. I don’t want the ring anymore. He hugged her once more briefly before going over to the kitchen door. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, ran his fingers down the patterned embroidery on her sleeve, and then turned to dress himself. It seemed like he was going to just let her go, but she knew by now not to trust him an inch.
