Cruel intentions
I didn't dare look back at him; I could imagine the look of devastation on his face. Or maybe he wouldn't be upset… Maybe he accepts me as I am.
Ha!
Gintry led us around the corner. As soon as we were there, he stopped. "You okay? It looked like it got kind of rough there for a moment. Was he forcing you to dance with him?" He seemed genuinely upset.
I couldn't help but laugh, cause otherwise I would have to cry, "No, he actually apologized in his own weird way." He handed me his kerchief, and I dabbed away the tears. "Thank you. I thought I was gonna break for sure."
He looked at me with empathy. "I was worried he would hurt you; the way he grabbed your arm..."
Waving him off, "He's never hurt me, he's too gentle for all that. He may look tough, but he's a softer than I am." I giggled, but his face stayed stern.
