C132 Separation

Proserpina

We arrived at home, but as I made to strep out, Lucien's large hand gripped my wrist.

“Stay here.’ He commanded and made to get out.

I grabbed his arm in panic,

“No, Lucien. I want to come.’

His eyes seemed to assess me, coldly, clinically and one part of me asked incredulously,

“Why is he looking at me so strangely? We just spent an hour making love