Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma (Part 3 of 4)
By R.S.A. Garcia
She woke when he rose from the pallet, his naked body barely visible in the faint light from the approaching dawn. The tension in his body made hers go still.
“What is it?” she signed.
He held up a warning hand for her to stay where she was before he crept out the open doorway. She sat up, dragging on her shirt and following him into the main living space. He crouched next to the locked front door, unlocking it with one hand while keeping his back against the wall. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he shook his head.
An insistent vibration in her arm distracted her. She glanced down just as he got the door open and crept outside, closing it behind him.
Green lights chased each other in a circle under the skin of her wrist.
Fuck. He was trying to protect her.
She ran for the door and dragged it open.