“I’m great,” he says with a smile, reaching his hand out toward me.
I pause for a second, unsure of whether or not I should take it. This is all so unsettling.
I force a little smile and decide to take a seat next to him on the bed, staring at my human-looking hands for a bit while I search for the right words to say.
They don’t come.
He watches me intently for a few moments, then begins getting himself dressed again. It seems like he’s totally unaware of how he’s making me feel.
Who knew men could be so oblivious?
I want to be happy about what just happened. I want to feel relieved, but that nagging sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach just won’t go away.
Eric returns to the bed and hugs me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down to the pillow.
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