Chapter 25 Who Says?

• I gaze at the ceiling, my heart beating like a drum. My internal parts tumble, and my inner part between my legs is sore. I gradually looked down at the man gently resting on my stomach. His arms are resting over my right breast, measuring it like a bra. I breathed out an overwhelming sigh at that point played with his hair, dumbfounded.
• His words are playing inside my head, like rehashed verses I have listened to from a song. Although, it’s clear what he is relating, still, I can’t acknowledge it. I have my reasons. A casualty and executioner don’t go along. Even though he set me free and chose to let me live my life, that doesn’t mean something is going on between us.
• I have questions. A lot of them, actually. Why? Why me? Why all of a sudden? Is he for real? Isn’t he joking? A cold-heartless murderer like him? I don’t want to judge since I don’t know his story. He’s hard to read. I know he has a lot of something under his sleeve. That’s something I can’t trust.