I had endured the ride back to the house in silence as I would feel his eyes keep to the Miami sunset before returning to me in study every so often, almost as if his gaze alone would be enough to penetrate my thoughts or even intimidate me enough to speak. But without allowing any form of response to these glances, I would be otherwise forced to assume his own thoughts as he seemed upset but also impressed. I had been in wait for him to collect me over him at any moment and claim my virtue on the spot, to which my body struggled to accept or deny; because on one hand, the pain of any cross words and painful grips were not forgotten, and yet, the confession on this night and the kindness shown in moments prior had been enough to leave me in this constant state of war between my head and my
