We walk alongside in the jungle as Ethan seems really kin of having his arm around me, even if it made it hard for us to walk over rocks and up hills, but as part of me knew that I should brush his arm away, the warm emanating from his body beside me and his arm around my waist are mesmerizing, relaxing me in a way I have not since I've lost my home and my family, though I was probably just shaken up by the water.
Even if walking on strange dangerous territory, with my secrets revealed all at once, even my fear of water at that, somehow his quiet warm presence coax me into a relaxed stupor state, drifting between tiredness and a comfortable set of mind, making me feel safe in his arms.
And yet my nerves are still on edge, like scrapped skin, still sensible to any overstimulation, so instead of helping me these feelings only kept me more alert, like a swarm of bees buzzing right under my skin, ready to burst out.
