Simon held my gaze. When he finally spoke, his voice was restrained, careful.
"How long were you with him? How far did things go?"
His warm breath grazed my neck.
I stood frozen, not knowing what to do with my hands.
My brain was barely functioning. I just answered, word by word. "Less than two months. Things got as far as..."
I tried to continue, but he decided he didn't want to hear it after all.
He leaned in again, his hands wandering restlessly across my body.
I felt like I'd been set on fire, itchy and overwhelmed all at once.
I tried to push him away, but he pinned my wrists. His kisses turned rougher, more desperate.
He carried me from the entryway to the couch. This man, always so polite, always so controlled, came undone for the first time. He unzipped my jacket.
"Simon,
