Nicole
He pulled me by the hand, straight to the bedroom, with the hurried demeanor of someone trying to swallow their own discomfort. I realized right away that he wanted to say something, but he was stuck, as if his thoughts didn't quite align with his words. His footsteps were heavy, and when we entered the closet, he started pacing back and forth, his eyes scanning the corner where I had neatly arranged my things. I saw when he stopped in front of my backpack, the open toiletry bag, the corner where I had left my folded panties, and the undeniable crooked smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth was a smile of satisfaction. Of possession. Of relief. As if it meant something he had never had before.
"Just say what you need to, Bear. You're anxious," I blurted out, placing a h
