That I didn’t remember, seeing as he was right.I was lostin a nightmare.Though I was worried I’d babbled on about building my castles.
To cover that, I hissed, “I know you were there.”
“Right,” he whispered, totally seeing through me.Then hedeclared, “He scraped your ass raw on that asphalt.”
I winced and looked away.
Marcus kept at me.
“He did not fuck you.He did not bang you.He did not havesex with you.Herapedyou.Do you get the difference?”
“Yeah,” I bit out sarcastically, turning back to him withsquinty eyes, my face hard.“I was there, darlin’.I get it afuckuvalot better than you.”
“But he was inside you.”
Oh God.
I started shaking.
“Stoptalkin’,” I demanded.
He did not stop talking.
Oh no.
He did not.
“And I’m the man who has to come after that.How do I dothat, Daisy?How do I do that and make sure you don’t go back there?How do Ido that and make sure it’s good for you?Make sure I take you where I want usto be?Give you that at the same time keeping you safe?Give you what I wantyou to get from me?Make you understand what being inside you means to me?”
I stood still, staring at him, frozen, but I did it stilltrembling.
Though now for a different reason.
“How, Daisy?”he pushed.
I kept staring, trembling, unable to speak.
Marcus was able to speak.
“I talked with a woman called Bex who’s worked for years ata rape crisis center.She told me to be watchful, communicative, patient, andgiveit time.We need togive it timeso I can be certain to give youwhat you deserve when I give you me.”
“You don’twannafuck me,” Iwhispered.
“No, I don’t want to fuck you,” he bit off.
“You want to make love to me.”
“Yes, that’s what I want to do and that’s what I need you tofeel when I do it.”
Oh my God.
I was in love with this man.
And he was in love with me.
He was in love with me.
“Marcus?”
