After the dinner party, I took a taxi home. I had always suffered from motion sickness, so I closed my eyes and rested my head against the window when I got in the car. Mr. Z pushed my head to rest on his shoulder with his hand. His hand was cold, so I opened my eyes and continued to sleep. I don't know how long it took, but I felt him tilt his head and kiss me. I... (Shocked? I can't find the right words to describe my mood at that time) I was a little bit evasive, buried my head deeper, and whispered "I'm afraid." There were no lights in the taxi, and my vision was not good due to motion sickness and sleepiness, but I clearly felt Mr. Z's silent smile, a doting kind of thing, and then he hugged me hard into his arms. After all these years, I have never understood what I meant when I blurted out "I'm afraid."
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