Dario regarded me for a moment. Definitely trying to work out how to stop me from running from the room screaming… or maybe he wants that?
But while he was calm, my heart rate was starting to pick up. My hands were getting clammy, and I was starting to think about how I could negotiate to get my things and leave.
“Never be scared of me.” Huh?
“You know that’s not how a normal conversation starts, don’t you?”
His smile was warm, kind and definitely put that way for a reason as he ran his fingers gently over the back of my neck. His favorite spot, it seems. Is that a dominant thing?
I didn't mind it... stop it!
He was sitting in the corner section of the L shaped couch, arms over the top in both directions. His legs splayed wide like he had not a care in the world.
I was almost surpr
