There is no evidence apart from the doctored cut on my arm and the delicate tennis bracelet I woke up wearing. He did exactly what he said he would, cared for me. I woke up this afternoon with a piercing headache, a doctored arm and a freshly cleaned house. He had even cleaned me up…. down there. My cheeks flush florescent red, despite the numbness deep in my chest. I should be disgusted and I am, but mostly with myself. What right do I have to be upset when I enjoyed his touch? When the things he murmured in my ear instilled in me both blinding fear and butterflies?
