I look down, away from him, unable to look at him as I tell him everything.
I don't know what happened to me when I walked in the room, but I just… I can't say 'no' to him. I can't hide anything.
What's strange is that it doesn't frustrate me.
He's angry by the time I finish and I look down, ashamed.
He reaches for me and at first I recoil. But as his arms circle around me, I relax.
The tension from everything – the new relationship, the abusive boss and all that had happened today – leaves me and I cry in his arms.
I'm not even ashamed of that – of crying.
He holds me, comforting me and when I'm finished, he carries me to the bathroom and makes me a bath.
I ask him to join me, he does.
I sigh, relaxing into him.
He's my rock.
I know you wanted him to go postal and throw things... but I think it suited this couple for him to be more understanding and tender.
Of course, he is still angry and... well, I can't really say anything more.
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