Confession And Bowling

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered, confused that I could feel this way, to actually want someone when usually I shy away from all physical contact because of what my father used to make me do.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking a little confused. I shook my head; I couldn't explain it, especially not to him. I needed him to be able to wait for me, if I told him I was feeling like this, he would probably go full steam ahead and ruin everything. "Tell me what you mean, Angel. Please?" he begged; using his puppy dog face on me. Damn it! That has always worked and he knows it!

"I don't want to, Liam." I moved off of him and laid back down by his side.

"Please?" he whispered, looking at me with his begging eyes.

I sighed. "I don't know what's happening to me, one day I can't even stand to have anyone touch me and the next day I…." I trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence without giving him the wrong impression.