Latched.

"Are you sure you want this Blake?" He whispered back.

"What are you talking about?"

"Me. Are you sure you want me?"

Was he serious? I sat up, making him get off of me.

"Would I have kissed you if I didn't?" I spoke a little louder this time.

"I just... I don't want to hurt you."

"Stop worrying about me. I'm a big girl, and I'm not going to get hurt if I don't want to."

"I worry about you all the time."