23. Promise me?

ERICA

I got dressed as he told me, I felt like I was in a space where I would break down or start hyperventilating if given the chance. So all I focused on was the man I left in the shower. From the open door of the bathroom I watched as he stood in front of the washbasin with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was shaving and for some reason that mundane act made my stomach flutter as I sat on the corner of the bed and watched him like a peeping Tom.

It was surreal the way my emotions had settled to a calm hum by just watching him. The villain of my story was giving me everything that no hero ever could, I was sure of it. But what scared me was the fact that when I allowed these emotions to unfurl their wings in my chest, they were bigger than I ever imagined. All this time I suppressed my feelings regarding him, I pushed them back and put on a film that turned him into the despicable man who was arrogant and cruel but I didn’t realise that those feelings that I was ignoring were