"Now, the bride should put the earring on the groom's right ear."
Eli picks up the earring. He looks at it for a moment and then, he says to me in a heartbroken voice, "Nell, it will hurt a bit."
Hurt? I stare at the earring and realize the meaning of his words. The white and gold earring is four to five inches long. He has to pierce my ear to put this on me. I touch my left ear.
That earring wasn't pierced in my flesh.
"It's fine." I turn my face to my left. "Put it on."
It is only an earring. How much can it hurt?
Eli comes close to me. He leans down his head. His warm breath tickles my ear. He is only putting on an earring on me, but it feels more erotic for reasons unknown to me.
"I don't want you to ever get hurt."
I purse my lips. Why is he talking like this?
"I will do it fast," He whispers again. It feels like he is assuring himself rather than me.
