I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to keep him away.
But he pinned me against the door, one hand holding me in place, the other clutching my wrist, forcing me up against the wall.
His gaze was so intense, like he wanted to devour me.
"Eric, have you lost your mind?"
Our nearly touching bodies felt like a thunderclap, and I desperately tried to pull away.
But I couldn't escape.
"Yeah, maybe I have."
For the usually calm and restrained Eric, he had completely lost control. His lips crashed into mine, muffling my cries.
The familiar taste of him filled my senses, making me shudder.
Our breaths mingled, the heat between us unbearable.
I could even taste the faint sweetness of blood.
Then I heard him mutter softly, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Sofia, you're ruthless."
"You really just broke up like it was nothing."
"I looked for you for a thousand and one days. A thousand and one days I spent thinking about you."
A thousand and one days.
Yes, from the day we broke up until yesterday, it had been exactly a thousand and one days.
The sadness, frustration, and longing finally broke through my defenses.
I looked up to see his tear-filled eyes, the flood of tears streaming uncontrollably down his arms.
He frantically tried to wipe them away, only to notice the scars snaking up my wrist.
I quickly tried to hide my hand, but he grabbed it.
"What's this?"
He asked me.
"None of your business."
I shot back.
"Sofia, I'm asking you—what happened?"
His jaw clenched, his eyes filled with guilt and unease.
"Eric, are we familiar with each other?"
I watched as his face shifted from red, to white, to an angry black.
He suddenly laughed, tears brimming in his eyes.
"But we didn't just sleep together, you also said I was bad at it, remember?"
With that, he pulled me into his arms, ignoring my struggles.
Eventually, the alcohol hit me hard, and I pointed at him, shouting.
"Eric, you scumbag!"
"You're married and still fooling around! You're not just bad at it, you're a total scumbag!"
When I woke up, the unfamiliar ceiling startled me, and I bolted upright.
The sudden chill made me realize I was sitting stark naked on an unfamiliar bed.
The space beside me was empty.
At the foot of the bed, my clothes were neatly folded.
I also didn't miss the faint smell of Eric in the air.
Groaning from the soreness, I stumbled into the bathroom, mortified.
Especially when I saw the marks scattered across my body.