“We are married, so there is no need to be shy if you want me.” He said with his cheesy smile.
“I do not want anything and get out of my room.”
His lips were drawn in a slow gloomy smile. He rose from the bed. The bed moved under his weight, and I despised the fact that I was conscious of everything he did.
"Well, it's kind of my room, so..." He left the words to hang in the air, loaded with implications. But his gaze never shifted as he straightened up to his full height and he towered over me, I felt stamped like a cornered animal, against the headboard. I felt an urge but didn't know which one to push him away or come closer?
The silence was heavy and stifling between us. He stared at me as long as it seemed to me like minutes--or perhaps hours, I had lost any idea. Time had a way o
