I can hear him exhale deeply. It's an obvious demonstration of frustration. I won't be allowed to live in denial for much longer, but his need to care for me at the moment is getting me off the hook.
He stands and pulls me up.
"Know that, you are the most frustrating woman on the planet. Hey. Do you want to brush your teeth?" He asks.
"Please," I nodded agreed.
He smiles down at me and brushes his knuckles across my cheek.
"No worries, everything will be fine," He assures me.
Will it?
That's only for him, not mine after all. He gets what he wants, although why he wants it is a f**king mystery.
"Hmm…Okay." I agree feebly, catching a glimpse of a hanging handcuff from his wrist… and a huge red blister.
Will it?
That's only for him, not mine after all.
As he gets what he wants, although why he wants it is a f**king mystery.
