|Innaya|
We have never been that intimate, we kissed, but that was it. The intimacy between us was more on an emotional level rather than the physical aspect. So, he never knew about that scar. So, this was the first time he was told about it. I waited for him to say something as I nervously listened to the beating of his heart.
Instead of any response, Eshan gripped my neck and forced my head backward, though his hold was not rough but not gentle either. My hand going to my neck, the hair that was pulled up hurt my scalp.
"What do you mean?" Gone was the warm, loving emotions from his eyes and the freezing coldness greeted me. His hold did not loosen, and he seemed to be not realizing his actions were hurting me.
When my hand met his wrist, Eshan's eyes widened. He pulled back
his hand and I rubbed my neck.
'Do I explain?'