“Hey... little wife.”
I hear him swearing and the sound of a chair, but he can do nothing but look at me. My nerves are failing. I feel him more than I see him crouching near me. My body is as stiff as a piece of deadwood.
“Physical contact is prohibited!” repeats the guard, with a more threatening tone than the first time.
“Damn it, Henry! She’s my girlfriend and we haven’t seen each other in months! Can’t you see she’s struggling right now?”
Then I feel his warmth. It’s first a hand placed at the bottom of my back, which offers me soft comforting caresses. My body accepts. This touch, even minimal, soothes the pain, helps me to relax.
“Baby?”
I respond with a loud sniff, absolutely not sexy.
“Hey...”
The inflection of his voice is so tender that I finally manage to raise my head,
