I was about to leave but he grabbed my wrist roughly, looking down but holding my wrist firmly with hardened features, completing his sentence.

"Do not misunderstand me, Eileen…" He breathed out. Pressing his teeth together with a visible exasperation.

He wanted to justify. He didn’t have to, he didn’t need to but he wanted to. And then he says I am just a prey.

“You are my first in everything… My first kiss, my first intimacy, my first embrace, my first voice…” My heart skipped a beat, not expecting he had never been a woman in thirty years of his life.

My mouth gaped in incredulity but before I...