We did it several times and he won't give me what I want unless I plead for it. I could say I did a lot of pleading during the process and I only got the chance to sleep when the bright morning light flooded through the ceiling-to-floor window.
When I woke up the following morning, I ignored him when he told me to sit up so I could my breakfast.
He stroked my hair and whispered so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath teasing me but after going through what I did, I did not have the chance to give in to the feeling that gave me.
"You can't be so weak to . . ."
I did not let him complete that sentence as I sat up and took the tray from his grip. With a glare at him, I bowed slightly and sipped the warm tea that tasted sweeter than the last time I drank it.
When I returned the mug to the tray, I looked at him and told him firmly, "I am not weak at all!"
He laughed and nodded.
