Page 43 of His White Moonlight
Uncomfortable and unable to take any more of his direct gaze, I closed my eyes.It only enhanced my other senses.I could feel where his legs pressed against mine.Heat radiated from his chest, making my heart race.Why was it getting harder to breathe?
The sound of my pulse filled my ears, seemingly overly loud in the otherwise quiet room.
His exhale teased my neck, stopping all thought.The gentle brush of his lips against my neck was unmistakable.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed at Bennett’s shoulders.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me closer.
“Do you feel trapped?”he asked against my skin.
“No!Yes!Get off me, Bennett.”I pushed with all my might, but he didn’t budge an inch.
“Please,” I said desperately.
“Cooperate, Wrenly,” he said softly.“Do you feel trapped?”
“No.”
“When do you feel trapped?”
“When I can’t move my arms, and when something is too close to my face.”
I hated that I’d admitted it, but I needed him to back up.Fast.
“Like this?”His lips skimmed my neck, trailing up toward my jaw…my chin…
It felt like my heart flipped over in my chest.I turned my head away from him in panic, but not the same kind as before.
He was making me feel things I shouldn’t.
Why was he doing this?Was it payback for hitting him?What if Mom and Dad came home and saw this?I don’t want to be locked away again.
I started to shake, and my nose tingled ominously.
“Stop.Please, Bennett.Please.”
The floodgate opened, and I started to cry in earnest.
He growled and set his forehead to mine.
“Did you feel trapped?”he asked again softly.
“N-no, you ass.”
He sighed and got off me.
“I won’t say anything to Mom and Dad, but wewilltalk about this again.”
About what?How I’d hit him or how he’d tortured me because of it?
I kept my eyes closed, waiting for the sound of him leaving.Instead, his arms slipped under me, and he picked me up to settle me on his lap.He hugged me to his chest, careful to keep my arms and face as free as possible.That consideration, combined with the way his hand rubbed my back, kept me right where I was as his rocking sway broke what remained of my composure.
In terms of ugly cries, it was at least a seven.He didn’t say anything, though.He just held me until the tears dried up on their own.
In the silence, I felt numb and drained.But also indescribablysafe, which was so confusing since he’d been the one to make me cry in the first place.
I wanted to tell him to leave because of the inappropriate things he’d done, especially how he was cuddling me in his lap.But I couldn’t bring myself to mention any of it.If I did, it would make everything he’d done more real.So, I said nothing.I just untangled myself, grabbed a clean pajama set, and closed myself in the bathroom.It didn’t matter that it wasn’t even dinner time yet.I was done for the day.
