“Frankly,” he mumbled, “I don’t know where to begin”. His chest heaved, and his thin frame shuttered. How do you explain everything? How can you go back?
“Start with ‘once upon a time’,” she whispered, feeling him watch her. His dark eyes explored every curve of her body. Disgust traveled the length of her spine, and she struggled not to run away. He sighed, stretching his arms over his head.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not that type of person,” he stopped, feeling a flicker of anger come across him, “And to be fair, you knew what you where walking into. You knew”.