This time, Luis did not hug me back. Rather, he’s stiff as if he can’t understand how I was able to move away from him when both our desires are heightened.
When he touches the side of my waist, I thought I am forgiven but then he pushes me away. I gawk at him as he takes the side of his bed. With his back on me, he covers himself in the blanket. I climb the bed. I feel bad, even if I am uncertain why I should feel bad for not giving myself up to him.
“Luis, are you mad?” I ask.
He didn’t respond.
“Did my push earlier hurt you?”
I reach out to him, and the instant my fingers touch his back, he flinches. I instantly pull away and holds my hand to my chest. I stare at him as if boring a hole in his back. I don’t know what to do. I’m not used to arguments. Besides, is it fair that I apol
