“I’m okay … I’m fine.” I snap coldly, pushing his hands back again as he tries to pull me back. I grab his wrist instead and tug him to the side to alert him to her approaching figure. Facial messages are not doing anything to reel in his hands-on behavior. Arrick’s too focused on me, missing the signal and reaches out again to try and haul my body back to his. It’s like he’s stuck in an overprotective mode of checking for damage, only focused on touching me and reassuring ...