Captive Of Love?

"I know you didn't," he breathed. I reached out and caressed his cheek. He leaned against my handle.

"Are you still angry?" It seemed childish to ask, and not to mention the way it came out was like I was talking to my dad after being caught after the curfew.

"Yes."

"Oh." He pulled my head to his chest and held me tightly as if he was afraid to let me go. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him with such difficulty. "Anything I can do to help hopefully?"

"I'll let you know," he whispered in my ear.

I felt my spine drop at his closeness, somehow unpleasant. I raised my head so that our noses were touching. The heat radiating from his body warms me to my core. I can say the fight is over, and we will both come out whole. This is not the last time.