When I opened my eyes, his lips were separated from mine and he was looking at me with anger on his face. Not a muscle moved anywhere on his face, but his eyes were the harbinger of apocalyptic anger. When he took his hands away from me, then his body, I couldn't figure out who he was angry with because his eyes had complex anger. The fact that we were getting closer made us both more strangers to each other and realizing that hurt me so much. "Go to your room." His voice was lifeless, but I knew he was a bomb that could explode at any moment.
Fearing the wrath I might incur, I rushed into the house and scrambled up the stairs, and when I entered my room I slammed the door and locked it. I was out of breath, my lips and especially my ears were on fire. What did we do? This was not true.
