“Why are you rude to me?” I asked Terrence when we just got home. “You hurt an innocent girl, Love.”

Terrence massaged his temples, then he growled and gripped the skin from the living room sofa. Terrence apologizes to me. It’s like he can’t control himself. I invited him to talk after he felt calmer. Terrence pulled my arm when I wanted to go to the room.

“I’m sorry. Is your hand injured?” Terrence said in a mellow tone now.

“I guess this is just a little blister.” I showed a slight bruise on my wrist. “It’s not a big deal, the big deal is how you treat the girl.”...