Elana.
“No,” I said blandly. I could hear his heart shatter, but that was his fault for springing such a question on me when we had just met a few weeks ago.
He nodded slowly and looked away from me. “I’m sorry Armon. But I have not completely healed from my past experiences and I am not ready to try again,” I apologized.
“No, it’s alright. Very much understandable that you do not trust me,” he reached for my palm and squeezed it.
“I think I should be on my way now,” he got off the swing. I held his hand in mine so he wouldn’t move any further.
“Wait!” I urged him. I hopped off the swing and looked up at him. I was hungry for physical touch and my body needed attention.
I looked up at him, he must be able to see the longing for his touch because it was clear in my eyes. He watched me
