She felt his gaze and wanted to look up to see his salience radiate, but she was afraid … afraid she might embarrass him, because what she really wanted was to feel his embrace. She wanted to feel engulfed in his powerful shelter. To have the shield of his arms protect her from the cruel strange world, protect her from Catherine and her lies; and from Kenneth who always ran from danger. She wanted him to provide her that respite. But, as it was her character, she had managed to chase him away that day in the coffee shop, and now she couldn’t find the courage to undo it. She felt her gaze dissipate in her lack of courage. She was at the mercy of her fears. She closed her eyes and pulled herself up from the table. Then she left.
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