Wounds Of Her Past

She shook her head and was about to tell him that she was babbling nonsense when she felt his hands around her shoulders. It was a brief touch. He was not trying to feel her skin or force her. It was so light that she could move away any time she wanted, she could ask him to move, and he would without a question. It was clear in his eyes when he smiled at her as if he was encouraging her.

She closed her eyes and looked away but instead of pushing him away, she leaned to his touch.

"You are a stranger to me." he froze. Of course, he was. She did not remember their childhood. She did not remember how she hated him. He had taken advantage of that fact. He was no better than Harold, a voice told him but he brushed that thought away. He would never hurt her. So, he was not Harold. 

Liar.. someone whispered in his ears. You have already hurt her by hiding things from her.