I could not meet his eyes. Why was I like this? I... hated that the emotions inside could not settle on one and I was tired of them. If only I got a break!
My hands were shaking when I removed each one of his buttons. There were rips in his shirt that I did not notice before. Was he hurt?
“Are you hurt?”
“Yes.”
I did not know that. Where? Was he bleeding?
“Where?”
He took my hand and put it on his chest. “Every second you are away from me, I hurt.”
He had no right to tell me that. He was never hurt. It was only me that suffered.
I dropped on my knees, unzipping his pants, getting him out of his clothes, including his boxers.
I ignored his need that sprang to my face, so did he.
I quickly got off his jacket and my own clothes from my body but his eyes never left my face. What
