The Fall

 Delaney stood in their bedroom in confusion, staring at the door her husband had just closed behind him. She didn't understand what had happened. He had seemed to be enjoying kissing her just as much as she was enjoying it but then he'd just left.

 Biting her lip, Delaney walked over and sank lightly down on the side of their bed. She wondered if she had put too much pressure on his marks. Her hands had been against his chest. It wouldn't have been as bad as when Anna had slapped his scarred cheek but then she didn't really know what it took for them to cause him pain. How much was too much?