The Right Thing

“I’m so sorry….” Granger whispered. His heart was aching, and he felt as though he couldn’t catch his breath. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He looked up at her once more, but she still wouldn’t look at him. His lungs were shrinking. They had to be. Why else would it be so hard to breathe? What else would make his breaths so short?

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded once more before he scrambled for the door.

He pushed it hard and heard it slam shut behind him as he burst out into the cold air. He tripped on the stairs and landed in the snow. His body was on fire. The cold sting of the snow burned and soothed him all at once.

Finally, he could breathe.

He closed his eyes, and images flooded his mind, pictures of her body pressed against his as he kissed her neck, his hands on her breasts, the sound of her moans. Her eyes after she had pushed him away, tears streaming down her face.