I could feel it.

I could feel him inside his head.

His temple rested on mine

The Rhythmic movement slowly

Stopped

And we were disconnected.

Our circuits no longer crossed.

He went down and I could feel his

Concerns.

He came back to me and I could feel him searching.

I could feel him reaching for a clue. But he kept hitting a wall. There were none.

“How did you get that bruise on your thigh?”

“I don’t know I don’t look at my thighs.” I explained. “When I scratch through my jeans I get bruises. I really don’t know.” “Even now when you were down there I was holding onto my thighs.” I said without energy.

“It looks like a plain finger bruise.” He imagined. “I’m gone for long periods of time. I’m just wondering if that’s a guy maybe that you could have been with while I was gone.”

“That’s not right.” I replied.

Giving the plain understanding that those thoughts were not permitted here.

“What?!?! Is that what you think of me? That I’m just gonna go and open my legs to the next guy I see??” I wanted to scream but it wasn’t right either.

“ It’s not my style.” I thought. But I refused to tell him this even though My heart would not allow me to do something like that. If he didn’t know this now. He didn’t know me at all.

But I knew these were just insecurities of his own that had nothing to do with me. Instead I loved on him. That was the best of me I could give.