I Don't Want to Fall...

[Meryasek Moriarty]

@Eilis Hooligan
December 23, 1884

Yaz couldn’t make sense of his behavior or his feelings. He sat on one of the bedside edges, naked, the imprint of teeth on his left shoulder. The encounter ended early and neither party had achieved satisfaction. Yaz had gotten too rough in his wanting and when he didn’t back down, Eilis had bit into his shoulder. She bit down hard, too, which had resulted in, perhaps, their first fight.

Now, here they sat in an uncomfortable silence.

Yaz wondered at his behavior now. He didn’t understand what got into him; what had made him so crazy. He had never felt like that before. He was usually so easy-going, even in his passion. He never had been so rough before.

He braved a glance over his shoulder. Eilis still sat opposite to him, her bare back turned towards him. He began to nibble on his lip and turned back around. He sighed, the silence beginning to bother him more than his mind-boggling behavior.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, utterly dejected. “I don’t know what got into me…”