When I feel his hand brush against mine, and I could guess what he wanted to do, so I automatically pull it away.
I'm really sulking right now but still he ignore mine. On a slight growl, he tries holding my hands again. But I won't go easy with him this time. I pull my hand away. I'm not forgiving him yet and want him to acknowledge it. He doesn't care about my feeling at all.
He try grabbing my hand again, but this time he holding it in a locking grip, to the point causing pain. I flex my fingers, looking up to see his fixed glower fade into contentment, as I give up fighting and let him keep hold of me. Let him? Like I have any other option. I'm beginning to read him like a novel, sometimes he soft and gentle but sometimes he vicious and like a mad man if he doesn't get what he demand.
