OPENING UP

After that weird sex that left my wrists sore and hurting like hell, Andy carefully carried me to bed, swaddled me in his arms, and we both drifted off to sleep. I don't know for how long it has been since I didn't even notice him waking up.

My orbs bore into my wrists. They are all red. The soreness and imprints on his fingers are apparent. I don't want to put more meaning into this, so I take it as just a mere accident.

I step out of bed, pull down my dress, and stride to the small table where he is conversing with his daughter through a video call on his laptop. I heeded him, notifying her that he had found me, and the cute doll was throwing tantrums. She isn't buying her dad's idea about seeing me tomorrow.

"Please, daddy! Pretty please! I am sure mommy Ania will want to talk to me right away if you ask her."

"That's why I am asking you, princess, to please give me a few minutes. When she is done with what she is doing, I will ask her to talk to you. Is that okay, baby?"

"Why