I close my eyes-hard. Nostrils flare with each long drag. Please don't hurt me. Instead of rage slapping me across the face, soft thick fingers clasp under my chin and lift my head upwards. I dare to peak. Trauma-strung fears force my body to shake unintentionally. His eyes are dark and cold, his jaw tense. I stop breathing. Force my throat to swallow. His lips part and I flinch in preparation of a good scolding. His thumb traces my bottom lip then swiftly drops his hand to my neck and grasps it firmly. My eyes widen-my body-my mind freezes. He moves in for the ****- presses his soft devil lips against mine. My heart stopped beating.