Even with my back still to him, I can feel his eyes on me, feel the ghost of his hands on me, feel what he is doing to me. What if I don’t say a thing? Words can only damn if they are spoken. So that’s just what I’ll do. I won’t speak, I won’t think—I’ll feel. I’ll drown out the insistent thoughts and simply feel. I turn, slowly, and meet his gaze. His breath catches, his gaze softens. He didn’t think I would stay.
