13: Why?

CHRISTY:

Honeymoon?

“Are you kidding me?” I asked and watched how his pupils dilated. “No, no, no, Everette. If you're going to touch a single strand of my hair, you will regret it for the rest of your life. You hear me?”

His face fell.

“I have needs,” he pointed out.

“And you have your fingers. Use them if you must. I've been using it for quite some time now.”

I froze when I realized what I had said and Everette was looking at me with an amused expression.

“You were touching yourself?”

My heart jumped and looked for words to answer him.

“I did not say that. You were hearing things.”

I was about to run away from him to stop him from questioning me, but he blocked the door. “I never told you that you can go out, Tina.”

“You're not going to force me to give myself to you.”

He looked offended. “I never said I'm going to force you. If you don't, I won't. I'm not the type to force myself on women. They were the ones who were giving themselves.”

I clicked my tongues together. “I'm not askin