~ ZEV ~
He'd kept her eyes on his face by touching his jaw, raking a hand through his hair—something she'd always liked—while with the other, he got the beanie out of his back pocket.
He apologized because he wasn't giving her a choice, and he'd always given her a choice before. But she hadn't yet realized that she would likely die if they didn't get away. So… he prayed she'd forgive him later.
She peered at him, unafraid, but wary. Then he moved.
Faster than she could see, he whipped the hat out and over her head, down over her eyes, her nose, until her entire face was covered by the thick, black, clinging fabric. She squeaked, but she couldn't grab it because he'd taken both her hands and held them as he turned, stooping, to pull her onto his back and lock her hands on his chest, under his throat.
