The Sour Patch: Macleans 50 Shades of Eh
He pulls the leather strap tight against my left wrist. I wince.
“Sorry,” Christian says. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll loosen it a bit.”
“Don’t trouble yourself.”
“Honestly, it’ll just take a minute.”
“It’s fine, Christian.”
I gaze upon him with my intrepid eyes. My mouth,…