putting the mask over his eyes. “Before I begin, remember—if you don’t like something, you have to tell me. Do it so that I believe you. Though I don’t think I’ll listen anyway.” He knew I was mocking him, and it elicited a smile on his face. He reclined his head on the pillow, making himself comfortable.

I pulled my hand away, but only to strike him with an open palm. His head jerked to the side, and I heard him swallowing loudly.

“Again,” he hissed through clenched teeth. What I did and the reaction I got was working me up. I grabbed his chin.

“I decide when I do...