A COWARD

It’s been a week since Charles asked me to be his girlfriend and a week since I had told him no but here I was sitting on the kitchen cabinet laughing hysterically as I watched Charles battle with cutting the onions he swore he would chop in a blink of an eye.

Your surprise is well accommodated because even I would have had my mouths hanging on the air if someone had predicted these future for me.

I was practically envisaging a week of totally avoidance and silence. That should be the aftermath of rejecting someone's proposal.

Saying proposal now makes it feel weird but it still is the best term to describe what happened a week ago.

Last week after Charles drained me of my saliva and the little air I managed to save up in my lungs, I was still longing for more and I missed his touch immediately it left my heated skin.

I knew better than to plead for him to go on,considering the fact that I was barely conscious few hours before the scene.

He starred intensely into my eyes and b