Fear

Katya

I was halfway gone already.

Falling for him, crazy with needing him, and mad with thoughts of him flooding my head.

He already consumed me, but when he said those words with a voice laced with stark honesty, I was lost, in him, completely.

For a moment, I stared at him, my breathing so fast I could feel my pulse.

I was barely aware of him lifting himself upwards and supporting his body with his elbow, his glistening naked chest facing me.

"Say something, baby." He broke the silence.

I stared into those green pupils which had become my damnation and salvation, my throat drying up.

I opened my lips, swallowing a heavy lump in my throat which had settled there after weeks of not being without him.

Then I spoke from the depth of my heart, my voice barely audible, "I...I'm afraid."

With someone else, in another time, I would have regretted those words, knowing I had bared my vulnerability to the one man who could make or destroy me.

Yet, in my heart was nothing sort of fear or shame,