#Chapter395
/"No baby. You reacted exactly as you always do. One of the reasons I love you is that sassy mouth and take no shit attitude. I’m amazed my mother didn’t choke to death swallowing that mouthful you threw at her. Fuck her. She deserved that and more for what she said about you./" He leans into me to throw a quick kiss my lips, almost tripping me up in the process and removes his hand from mine to lasso an arm around me instead. Pulling me in against him and hugging me in a way that tells me he needs it. My touch is a balm for him and he’s aching all over from that ugly scene. I can’t imagine how emotionally traumatic that was for him and the aggressive nature in which he squeezes me tells me he is far from getting it out yet. He’s wound up, inwardly agitated.
/"To be fair, I only got the English bits, but I can imagine it was along the same lines of what she did let me understand./"
