I opened my eyes slowly and saw his eyes widen in surprise.

“Why are you doing this, Edison? Why do you have to hurt me?” I asked in a whisper as he stared into my hazel-brown eyes. The pain resided in my heart and in my head as I waited for his answer. When I felt he was going to stand up from the bed, I quickly pulled the collar of his shirt and kissed him deeply on his lips, and he froze.

He reeked of the delicious scent of wine, and tasting his lips again made me feel so intoxicated with the desire to touch him. I expected him...