I turn my head away, shamed by my body’s betrayal, knowing that he can see it.
“You have told me it’s over a thousand times,” he says quietly. “It never is, Kasie. You’ve tried, but you can’t walk away. At times you think you should but you don’t. I told you I wanted to be with you when you were truly mine. Now you are.”
“No,” I say feebly, trying to find strength in repetition, “it’s not how I do things.”
With his hand he guides my chin back to him, just like this morning. He stares down into my eyes. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’ve reshaped our world.”
A small cry escapes my lips. I turn around and run to the door.
But even as I get outside, even as I climb back into my car and peel out of the driveway, I know I can’t get away from him.
Even when I’m not with you, I’m inside of you. I can touch you with a thought.
I’m in trouble.