Hailey
God, if those weren't the words women dreamed of hearing.
For a fleeting second, just for a fleeting second, I softened. Vulnerability seeped through his every word, every touch. He held me as if letting go would shatter him. But then reality struck. The truth loomed over me like a storm cloud.
What was the truth was- he had made me feel like the same way my shithole of a father did. He made me press my hands against my ears just stop...those sounds that somewhat terrified me equally and reminded of everything I and my mother escaped.
No. I couldn't falter.
I couldn't fall weak.
I dryly licked my bottom lip and finally managed to lift my hands, pressing them against his chest. I pushed him away, desperate to escape his heat, the warmth that was melting my defense
