"Eden..." Michael started to talk, and I shushed him. "Please, don't. I meant words. Not this."
I ignored him as I got lost in how his fingers crept along my skin like burning coals. I swallowed hard and brought his hand, that was on my hip, over to between my thighs and he yanked his hands off me as he backed up.
"No. This isn't right. This- no. Not like this." Michael threw himself across the room as he panted and caught his weight on the dresser.
I could practically see his anxiety rise in his throat. I knew I had to speak. I had to talk now. There was no denying it. There was no more hiding from it. The words came out easier than I thought they would. Like his touch had done something to pull them from the depths of the ocean.
"His hands were rough. His words were harder. He told m
