I don't want to hurt you...." He stood up.
"I'm pretty drunk...I'm out of it. You've been through too much- I can't-"
"YOU CAN'T WHAT!? TOUCH ME!?" I sat up, suddenly infuriated. "Am I disgusting to you now!? Do I bring back too many painful memories!? You'd rather kill people than f*uck me! Then why are we even in this still. You've been taking care of me and I appreciate that but you can't fulfill me in the way we both need!? It's already been a month! How long do I have to wait! Am I unattractive to you now!?" The drunk emotions. F*ucking drunk emotions... Real emotions that came out when you just never wanted them too... And now I was fuming... Because Andy didn't want to f*uck me- or so I thought.
He quickly pushed me back down on the bed and climbed over top of me. He shoved his h
