Crossroads

Even though he was right and I knew that I was at fault, why did I feel like I was the one who had been wronged? Why did I end up crying?

Brandon turned back and, seeing me crying uncontrollably, reached out to hold me again. "It's my fault for being too harsh. I won't say such things again." The more he said this, the more upset I felt.

I raised my hand and hit him. "You're not at fault. Why are you saying it's your fault? It's clearly my mistake."

"No, Mae, you're not wrong. It's my fault for having ill thoughts and speaking carelessly." Brandon insisted on taking the blame.

This made me even more distressed. I hit him again and again.

Finally, overwhelmed by my tears, I bit him.

"That hurts," Brandon said.

It was the first time he had ever said that.

I sighed in relief. Tears were still streaming down my face as I looked at him. Brandon wiped my tears away. "Once you're done biting, no more crying. Otherwise, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow, and that won't look good."

"It's all your fault," I blamed him again.

"Yes, it's my fault. I won't do it again," Brandon said as he wiped my tears away.

he wasn't

my teary face against his chest.

anything. I should be punished. Do you want to bite me again?"

him, but he just held

heated argument left me in tears, but it ended

tears and the argument,

a way to ease the tension. "I'd like some

take a shower," Brandon said before pushing me back into the bathroom and shutting the

you're always right," Brandon

reflection in the mirror when he said

careful around Chris. I never acted out of line. I monitored his

now, despite Brandon's indulgence and affection, I found myself

you need to stop this," I said to

I came out of the shower, Brandon had already warmed up the milk. He was now in his loungewear, sitting on the sofa and working on his

his computer to take the towel from my

the dinner we had and

through

upset because you deceived me and didn't tell me

"Hmm?" He seemed confused.

assumed you were deliberately hiding your identity