He reached over and wiped my stomach with something, I didn’t see what. Then he went limp and breathless on top of me.
He stayed there for a second, breathing hard.
I don’t know if I even breathed or if I was just frozen in horror.
Finally, he leaned, reached over me, and flicked the lamp back on and said, “Put it back on me.”
He had the silver necklace in his hand. The necklace?
I usually fumbled with things like that, I don’t know how I got it unclasped and re-clasped in the dim room in the state of mind I was in but I did, first try, as he hovered over me watching me do it.
Looking at me stripped bare and vulnerable and at his mercy, his own expression stripped bare and telling me so much with his eyes.
His eyes came into focus for me and they were on mine and suddenly pain-st
