“I just need a little.”
“No.”
“I’m weaning.”
“No.”
“I can get it without you.”
Silence. Was that the way in?
“You can’t keep me here.”
Nothing.
“Please.”
“No.”
“It hurts. You don’t even know. You don’t know this kind of hurt.”
He turned too-blue eyes to her, and she pulled back, staring at them, afraid she might lose herself in them.
Or find herself.
“I can’t do this. I just need a little.”
“No.”
“You don’t have to punish me to make a point.”
The look he gave her just then was more punishment than anything else, so far.
