“You don’t. I know you… I will fight your corner and make sure they know it too. No guy has a right to ever lay hands on you, not even me, without your permission… I never thought to ask if this was affecting you on a deeper level… I’m sorry… Talk to me.” Arrick climbs over and lies on the bed beside me. Despite wearing a suit he will wrinkle and mess up, he pulls me close to cuddle me in. Hugging me tightly while resting his cheek against mine.

“It wasn’t. I ...