He pulled me unto the bed with his strength, wrapped his hand around me so tightly on the bed. "I will always love you Elizabeth" he said into my ear. I wanted to push him away but was worried.
I laid there silently. I took in his masculine scent in his warm embrace, he whispered sweet nothings to me.... not me, Elizabeth.
I would be lying if I said that the words he said didn't touch my soft heart, though they made no sense. He was drunk and would probably not remember a thing by tomorrow, so there was no need catching feelings.
I laid there even after he had slept off and removed his hands from me.
I couldn't control myself from touching his face, there was hurt beneath that strong personality, as much as I wanted to know the entire truth I was scared of the truth, Why?
I slipped out of the bed and creeped out of the room. When I closed the door I turned to see Jeanette at the hall. My heart stopped like I had done something wrong.