Keeping the Upper Hand

Jacob sat with Sarah during the service again on Sunday. She wove her fingers through his tightly. Sarah invited him back to her house afterwards, since her parents were going to brunch with some of their friends. She seemed nervous, but Jacob assumed it was because she was showing him her room for the first time. 

When they got to her room, she closed the door behind him and leaned up against it, almost as if she were trapping him inside.

“What do you want to do?” he asked innocently. She had a look in her eyes that he recognized, but which scared him for the first time since his first time. He was nearly always the one being pursued, so he had become used to that look of hunger. For much of his high school life, he had given in easily. He didn’t dislike it. It always felt good enough; he just never sought it out. Things felt different now.