Your Son
"Thank you… thank you for what you did back in the bathroom." He whispered so close to my ear thereby sending shock waves down my spine. I knew he had referred to me stopping him from hurting himself, after all anyone would have acted the same way.
Still, I said no word to him while I continued to fake my sleep. I don't think I will ever get comfortable with being in the same breathing space as Gabriel, knowing fully well that he was capable of going against his promise and having his way with me.
He was holding me tightly around my waist, we both knew that the only thing that had prevented him from acting irrational was the little dignity he still had which he could decide to put away.
"Look at me, Jasmine. Please!" Next, I heard him say those words. Of course, I didn't dare do such. Why would he even suggest that I look at him? Why? Can't he read the situation in the atmosphere that I was finding it difficult.