[He has about a split second to make a decision. Blocking her or trying to restrain her would require even more skin to skin contact, contact that she wouldn’t be in control of. His little peek at that all too familiar rage she’s feeling gives him an idea where that would go—a total meltdown.
So he takes the hit. He turns his head just enough that she won’t break his nose, and shit, can she throw a punch. Ow. That’s her freebie.]
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So he takes the hit. He turns his head just enough that she won’t break his nose, and shit, can she throw a punch. Ow. That’s her freebie.]
Hey, hey. Enough. I won’t do it again.