Twisted Confession

He sat down carefully. His presence made the mattress dip slightly, and I hated how warm he was. I hated how good he smelled. I hated how my chest still fluttered even when I was furious.

“You scared me,” he said softly. “I didn’t know if you were going to wake up.”

“Well, I did,” I muttered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “And now that I’m awake, I would really like to know what happe