Carrie
Is this man aware that he is hurting me? Does he know that his touch is causing my wrist and my soul to suffer a pain I have never felt?
The harshness I heard in his voice as he demanded a response from me managed to rip apart the little courage I had managed to build. When he was in the room earlier, the way he asked me to marry him caused me to fall into so much confusion that I decided to train myself to not give in to his request no matter what.
But this man is back in front of me. A question waiting to be answered fell from his lips, his eyes peered into mine and the grip he had on my wrist allowed me to have contact with the wetness of his naked chest.
It was that weird feeling of touching something damp that caused me to fully realise the state of the man in front of me.
