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.