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.

:D

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