To heal a wound, you need to stop touching it.
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Adrian
"Baby, is something wrong?"
Serena's chest was heaving up and down, her breath almost failing her perspiring body. Her dark black brown eyes were bulbous for her full cheeks and the shock was clearly written on her eyebrows.
I felt guilty of myself.
Oh s**t.
I have scared the hell out of her.
"Adrian,"she spoke, her voice meek as a mouse, "please stop."
I stepped inches away from her.
"Serena, baby, everything is fine," I began saying, "look... I have already stopped. I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to do, okay?"
Her eyes met with mine.
She nodded, ashamed.
We didn't speak for a moment. We continued to stare at each other, still n***d but still caring for each other. Even though I was quite ar
