#Chapter22

Crystal

"Why did you hurt me?" I whispered as he kissed my hair. My whisper was low and weak but strong enough to be heard. He exhaled heavily, dragging my body to counter and settled me over it.

"How much did it hurt when I held your wrists tight?" He asked instead and washed a towel in cold water and gently cleans the bruised area.

"Very," I mumbled not hiding the vulnerability behind my words.

"My heart constricted with the same amount of pain when you said those words. I felt hurt." He announced pulling out a first aid box from drawers and applied a balm on nail marks...