Chapter 32

Faith froze, unsure what to do. She slowly lifted her hand and placed it on his head. When he didn't shrug it off, she began to stroke his hair.

There was no telling exactly how long they stayed that way, but it was Faith who eventually broke the spell.

"Are you okay?" She whispered.

He drew back, effectively breaking the contact. Her hand fell off his hair. She immediately regretted talking.

"I'm fine." He dragged his hand wearily over his face. "Sit down." He patted the space beside him.

She sat. Since she's already broken the spell, she might as well ask what she'd been itching to ask.

"I have to ask...why did you suddenly start throwing punches at that guy back at the party? We were having fun, just dancing and stuff, until you came."

He scoffed. "Having fun with Michael Wall? Honey, Michael is famous for the things he does to ladies--nasty things. I saved your hide tonight."

"What kind of nasty things?" She asked, suddenly alarmed.

"What's the worst thing you can think of?"

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