#Chapter142
‘It’s new to you; you’re not used to how it feels. You have a fear that will fade. Understandably. People assume handling a gun is easy—it’s not. It comes with so many feelings and thoughts, and a huge responsibility. I promise you, there is nothing to be afraid of with this gun, in this room, with me. I would never let anything happen to you. Pick it up and point over there.’
What he says triggers a memory and as I try to pick out what it was in his sentence that stirred a weird spike in my chest, he starts pushing me towards the wall again and tries to position me beside him. Head being pulled back from conversation to actions.
He’s persistent anyway and I obey, tensing when he guides me by the waist to right against his side, but this time he doesn’t lean against me as before and keeps the gap enough to let me breathe. Moving in to direct, this time without further touch, and I forget all the previous row.
