Two Hundred-Sixty-Seven

I flinch as one hand touches my arm and the other moves my hair, hooking it behind my ear before placing it on my cheek. Tears sting my eyes as I don’t know if I can trust what I am feeling. I feel the tingles and sparks telling me that Zachariah is touching me, but then I feel his hands and even without the tingles and sparks, they cause pleasure to run through my body.

I shiver, thinking and feeling like I have just done what I said that I would never do, and that is, give my body willingly to someone else other than Zachariah. My breaths then start to shallow and I am finding it hard to breathe. I feel the one touching me move and flinch even more, which makes it even harder to breathe.

I try to take breath after breath as I try to apologise to Zachariah for what just happened and for what I am sure will happen every day and more than once for the rest of eternity. Then, all of a sudden, the tingles, sparks and hands are gone. I then feel two little hands and a slight warming.

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