Hurtful, truth

I walk to him, pushing him back and climbing on top. I look down at him, shaking my head.

“That wasn’t exactly a punishment, was it?” I laugh. He looks at me.

“You’re lucky I came at all. After twenty minutes, I decided it was wrong to leave you here. I did plan to come up, tease you and leave. Obviously, that didn’t work, and I lost control of myself. We still need to talk.” He looks at me, lifting me off him and walking out of the room.

I grab the dressing gown and follow him.

“How can we talk if you walk away and won’t talk?” I shout at him. He keeps going, so I continue. “Just talk, shout, scream anything! Don’t just try acting like you don’t care.” This time he stops. He turns and faces me, walking back towards me slowly, my body backing up.

“You want me to talk? Fine, I will talk. I feel sick when I look at you, thinking of you and him together. I look at you, and all I can think is how many times you were in my bed with him.” His steps get closer, and my body moves back. This i