Trapped in his fear, frozen in it. He could have been a foot shorter, and with that much power rolling off of him, he would have seemed huge. Nothing else, nothing urgent, just, I'm fine, don't worry. If she'd been a man, she might have jerked me into her, but she didn't.
He took in a lot of air and let it out, then raised a pair of sad brown eyes to me. Richard just sat up, bunching his stomach muscles nicely, and put one foot on his jeans and began to unlace the short boots. He'd been crying while he held me, but I hadn't felt a single sob, nothing, but the fierceness in his arms, his hands, and silent tears. I couldn't make him do what I wanted.
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