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"I understand how you feel," he said. I turned to look at him. He touched his cheek, the one I had hit. "To be honest, it was those teary eyes that made me keep calling you again and again. To think that fate would let us come together again."
"Fate is one crazy thing isn't it?" I said and hugged my knees.
"Can I see your hand?" he asked as he stretched his hand to me. "It still hurts, doesn't it? Let the doctor have a look."
It was a trap. I knew if I had let him take my hand, it would have been the start of another roller coaster of emotions. The only question in my heart was,could I stand it a second time?
"Stacy…I know you're scared," he said softly, "but trust me."
It was hard but I gave in. I gave him my hand. He took it and stared at it.
He rubbed both his thumbs on my palm, "It's still hot."
I looked at him in disbelief. I thought I was the only one who felt it.
"I'm sorry for making you hit me," he apologized and brought the hand to his lips and kissed it.
The heat I had felt in five months had suddenly disappeared. He kissed it again and whispered apologies. His stubble tickled a little but I didn't stop him. His apology kisses were doing the trick. I didn't want him to stop anytime soon.
"There," he said after the last kiss. "Did that work?"
"Yes…yes, it did," I replied and looked at my hand. The reddish color I had been seeing had disappeared, and my skin was back to normal.
"I'm glad," he said with a warm smile.
He had offered me healing. What kind of person would I have been if I didn't return the favor?
I held his face and kissed his left cheek; just like my palm, there was heat radiating from his cheek. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
I kissed it again and again, offering apologies as I did.
"Does that feel better?" I asked.
"You know, when you hit me, your hand fell on my lip," he said.
I chuckled. “We can't go down that path–not again.”
"Why?" he asked softly, his left hand had already started to snake around my waist, gently pulling me to him. I was doing a terrible job resisting his obvious attempt.
"I..I don't know why," I replied hesitantly. I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away. It was no use; my body wasn't listening to me.
"I understand your fears, and they're all valid, believe me," he said. He made me rest against his body. Our faces were inches apart; we could feel our breaths against each other's faces.
"I have changed," he said. "I have never stopped desiring you, even after what happened. I was confused then; but now, I've never been so sure of anything else in my life as I am right now."
"What if you're just saying that?" I asked. "What if you're doing this because you feel like you owe me?"
"I do owe you," he said and leaned in close to my neck and whispered, "I owe you all the love and passion you could ever desire. I'm not making the same mistake as last time."
His breathing on my neck and his whispers started to ignite my body with a fire only he could put out. But I didn't want to be consumed, not again.
"Let me have you, Stacy," he demanded as he kissed my neck. "I won't ask again."
"Okay, just this once," I said and gave in.
He wasted no time and bit into me, causing me to gasp. I didn't stop him. He let go of my neck and kissed my chin, before finally capturing my mouth and started to deeply kiss me.
I missed this.
