"So, this isn't what we thought it is?"
His arms slipped behind my back, massaging my sore neck. How he knew it was sore, didn't apply to my conscience. I felt for his hands, but they kept moving away, drifting off the positions I kept my fingers.
"Why wouldn't you let me touch you?"
"Just....like that"
That dumb answer!
It was what he said, whenever he had no answer to anything. My sighs brought him the justification, that I was mad.
"Hey! I thought you hated a lot of intimacy"
My head nodded,
"Well, I did until you came."
That made him smile. Oh, it was dark but such emotions were carried through the air instead of being let on by words. That connection was developed just within a week.
"So, you wanna touch me?"
His question wasn't an asking, it was a pleading. If I did, knowi
