I want to kiss and make up, but she won't let me.
I roll over and sigh, release myself from her.
She's still angry from our earlier fight, body stiff and unwanting.
It turns me on, makes me want her even more.
I can't control my desire as I grab her arms and pin her to the bed.
I don't want to hurt her, but I know that I am.
She moans.
Oh God.
I don't want to stop and it terrifies me.
I jump off the bed and dart out of the room.
I know she will come.
In the kitchen I sit in, head in my hands, shame…and fear consuming me.
She enters and rubs my back, her touch soothing.
I don't deserve it.
"Sam, it's ok, we're…ok," she whispers.
I look into her eyes and see such love, such understanding.
How did I get so lucky?
She takes my hand and leads me back…
Back where I belong.