Past
Kiara
Weeks turned into months, and our arrangement was still going on as it was before. The first two three times, when I had tried to go to another bedroom he had stopped me, he had waited for me to get off the bed, feigning sleep, so he could grab my hand and pull me down beside him on the bed. “Don't do it again. Don’t ever try it.” He had said, threateningly or as a demand, I didn’t know. But, I knew one thing, that it wasn’t a request.
After that, even knowing that it was danger to my sanity, I had slept beside him. And, each day the distance between us became less. Now if someone would see us, they would think that we weren’t nothing but lovers. When we sleep, his hand would be holding me tight to himself, my one leg would be tucked between his and vice versa. He would nuzz
