Bryan
One of his hands immediately surrounds my throat, applying pressure at the front but not in a painful way. His eyes are darkened. I can see his every feature under the bright kitchen lights. But I will not back down. He needs to hear what I have to say.
"Baby no-" his voice is hoarse as his other hand snakes around my waist, his fingertips sinking into my flesh beneath his mustard yellow t-shirt that I am wearing.
"And you and your family are poisoning me with this-"
His lips cover mine.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" he mutters against my open mouth seconds later. Open yes, but unmoving with his.
"But you say it anyway and I am supposed to accept that that is how you are? You insult me." I say the truth but even as I say the words, I know whether he does what I wish he woul
