Droplets

Anne

I knew he was getting himself the minute he slowed down and finally stopped moving. He went quite for a while. All I could hear was his heavy breathing against my ears, which from the sound of it, you could tell he was trying to control himself.

“Anny,” he croaked, slowly releasing his hold on my neck, moving it down to my back, then releasing his hold on my butt, raising it to rest with his other hand. He was now hugging me back.

“I’m sorry. I kinda lost it,” he apologized.

“You did lose it, hommy,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood and calm my rapid heart at the same time.

“You’re scared.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Maybe,” I voiced in a funny tone, trying to make him feel less guilty.

“I’m….”

“That’s enough sorry for one day,” I interrupted, placing my index finger against his lips. “Stop blaming yourself for everything,” I said, slightly pinching his cheeks.

I tried to back away and go back to cooking but a part of me pushed me to ask, “Are you