After what happened last night between Jeremy and me, I knew I put him in a very awkward situation as he didn’t know how to make me stop crying or how he would touch me without me screaming like I was being stabbed or in much pain.
He must have gotten tired of me, letting me stay in the corner of the room while he sat on the loveseat again, turning on the TV even though he wasn’t watching for him to avoid hearing the sound of my whimpers.
We were already in bed when I woke up, but he was at the far end of the mattress, making sure not to touch me. My tears fell as I gazed at his handsome face. I reached for him, but he was startled when I touched him, opening his eyes with a surprised look on his face.
“You’re still crying, Sai,” he uttered in a sad voice, moving his hand to reach for
