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“You don’t tell ” As the words leave me, I realize I sound like a petulant child I wish I could take the that far too often recently

“That’s not true I answer every question you ask” His brow furrows in confusion at my statement

I stopin an effort to have a civilized, adult conversation “Then whose blood is on your shirt?”

“You don’t need to know that”

Well, fuck the adult conversation As I step closer to hi about, Devin”

“If I don’t want you to worry about things, then I’ to tell you That’s final” His voice is even and full of authority Power radiates around hinore it as my heart clenches in denial

“I can’t do this I can’t be in the dark about things and stay shut away pu out babies for you”

His forehead pinches “Is this about having h mate? That I won’t be a decent father to our children?” His eyes betray the emotionless mask he wears They’re full of pain and doubt

I second-guess my conviction at his obvious insecurities

“I never said that, Devin” I try to ease soed subjects “And that’s not what I’s unless you think I need to know the about all this It’s even worse because I was led to believe lies before” My hands wave chaotically in the air and I huff in frustration “Why the fuck is there blood on your shirt?”

“Why don’t you trust e step back My back hits the wall,me jump at the sudden contact “Are you afraid of me?”

I shake my head and answer evenly and immediately, “You intimidate me, but I know you won’t hurt me”

He steps closer and gently lifts my chin to kiss me His forehead rests on mine as he closes his eyes and whispers, “Never I’ll never hurt you”