As he feels her touch, Stefan stays still and rigid, his eyes desperately searching for her – for some sort of answer. He swallows his fear, his instinct to laugh, his everything as he reaches up to hold her wrist.
"It's okay," he murmurs, his voice solemn and serious. "I won't bite."
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"It's okay," he murmurs, his voice solemn and serious. "I won't bite."