You’re afraid of me? Afraid that I will hurt you?”

“Yes.” she met his gaze with a searching one of his own.

“Rosa, I thought you were enjoying what we had? What we shared?”

His words stung, although she knew that for him this was little more than sex; Rosa was rapidly starting to realize for her it was a little more.

“I do. I mean I am... But...”

“But what?”

He moved away from her and pushed his hand back through his hair, he puffed out his cheeks and exhaled heavily.

“I’ve never done this sort of thing before. It’s always been more than just sex.”

“So you’re telling...