“Look at me” : A Short

It’d only been moments. Her body was still tingling; her breath still ragged. Her eyes weren’t focusing right and her heartbeat was too loud. She could hear his voice through the fever in her mind. She was still in the clouds – starting to crash down.

She looked at everything but him. It was all too confusing. What was happening? She stole a glance at him. His eyes were wild, his mouth moving in fury. His words were garbled in her mind and she wasn’t able to snatch meaning in any of them.

He was bending down now. His face close to hers. She looked away. His breath was hot in her ear. What was he saying? Why was he so angry? It had been so beautiful. Her heart had sung. The chemicals in her brain were drowning her in bliss. She’d turned to look at him when he jerked from her.

“Look at me!” His fingers were clasping her jaw. He was turning her head in his directions. Her eyes refused to follow. She couldn’t bear to see the way his face was distorting. Why was this happening?

She didn’t know the sobs were coming until they were rocking her body. She couldn’t control the shaking as he continued his verbal assault.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She heard her voice – small and strained. He paused. “What did I do?” He held his hands to her cheeks. His fingers were cool against her skin.

She dared to look at him then. What was he thinking? His eyes were narrow, his nostrils wide and his mouth a straight, hard line. Another sob escaped her. Tears were flowing freely. He gritted his teeth at her and stood.

“Who were you thinking of? Why were your eyes closed?” He was growling at her. She didn’t understand. Her eyes? She drew her shoulders in and hid her face. “What other guy are you thinking about when I fuck you?”

She started, her body stiffening straight up. This didn’t make any sense. What was going on? She felt heat flow to face. This was because her eyes were closed? She snorted. Tears welled again.

“I was thinking of you.”

He was standing naked in front of her, his fists balled tight. Neither of them had gotten dressed yet. It had been so beautiful – finally. He didn’t say anything. She knew he didn’t believe her. Somehow he’d decided she was cheating on him in her mind while she was with him. She moved across the bed. He just stood there glaring at her.

“I was thinking of you the entire time.”

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