Neither of us dared to speak after what happened. I wasn't coerced into doing it, and he wasn't either. I let it happen because I wanted to fulfil something…such as a need I didn’t know existed. However, I wished I wasn’t weak enough to succumb to his charms again. I wished I was able to say no. I wished I had the courage to stop him!

"Henry..." I bit my bottom lip after calling his name, and my cheeks burned as he stared at me. "Could you possibly face the wall while I speak?"

"Why?" he asked in response.

"Hmmm, because looking at you right now is embarrassing," I admitted...