"Stop this. If we're doing this, I want to see your face," I demanded, struggling against him.
His head came down on my shoulder, panting breaths brushing my ear.
"You don't, Belle, they never do. It will only upset you," he said, his voice full of gravel and pain.
I pushed away from the counter, surprising him and making him stumble backwards.
I looked up at him, raspberry juice dripping off my hands and tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Well they might not want to see you, but I sure as hell did. But not anymore."
And I walked out.
What time is it? It's time for a break...see you soon with more!