Sexual moment

I didn't want to be here anymore, remembering memories I wish I hadn't. One memory, in particular, came back to haunt me just then and I began to shake. It was the night before Christmas and I had just cooked a really nice meal for Jason and me. He was late as always, but when he finally did show up around midnight, he was hammered. Claiming he was out with "the boys," he tried to make a pass at me and I was in no mood for him to touch me. It made him angry and I went to bed with a handprint on my cheek and dinner spewed across the floor. That was just the beginning.

"I'd like to go," I told Drake softly.

His heated gaze turned to pure worry. "You okay?."

I nodded, keeping my memories to myself. "Fine, I'm just really tired all of a sudden." It was a total lie but I wasn't ready to share that part of my life, if I ever would be able to, and definitely not right now.

But then Deb came out along with who I assume was the cook. He was a big, burly man who looked angry with the drunk men