“What’s going on?” I asked and he looked at me unbelieving of what he’s staring at.
He steps towards me. And I stepped back. Until I hit the wall.
He’s too close. He’s standing too close and he’s looking at me and my lungs are about to explode.
“Oh Vittoria, the universe is really playing with us huh?” He moved his hands to caress my face and I cringed at his touch. But my body froze. And I can’t move.
I don’t know why Im so nervous. Why he’s making me so nervous. Why the space between us is closing too quickly.
“Stop touching me. I hate it.” I finally spoke and I see something in his eyes. Like he was hurt but it was so swift that I feel I was just imagining it.
“But I have already touched your whole body.” He said as a matter of fact. He’s playing me, playing my patience, my anger.
