The chemistry was palpable and it was overwhelming. To feel safe, I clearly stated my boundaries – nothing was going to happen between us. The response was there was no need to state boundaries, that he was a safe person, it would be cool if we just wanted to kiss, but he was safe. So I restated very clearly my need to set boundaries and again the need was rebuked, because according to him there was no need. He was a safe person. I said it again and he restated he was safe.
Nothing happened, he was respectful of my personal space. I was safe.
I doubted my inner voice. Why was I so adamant about setting boundaries? Was this fear speaking?
Unbecoming: The Rebuilding of Self 