salvation.

She flinches when you touch her, it is a c o n d i t i o n e d response, from a life of [ battered ] nerves. And you can’t imagine how it is that she can still ᴀꜱᴋ you to ( wrap ) your arms around her, when so many other arms have been cages.

[oftheroux-blog]

   her eyes shifted in the direction of the nearest person as another patron’s hand drifted perilously close to her ass; she cleared her throat loudly, hoping to catch the attention of the stranger, “ hey! i thought i asked you to keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart. ” it took a great deal of self-control to keep the irritation out of her voice. she reached towards the stranger, a bit desperately, and plastered a smile onto her face, “ hi, baby! ” her eyes flitted between them and the handsy customer, “ help me out, here? ”