Teeth and muscles clench. I summon every ounce of respectable strength from the dark and dusty places of me. Eyes are locked shut causing creases from their corners to splinter smooth skin. Momentarily I manage some semblance of composure.
"Are you sure you can do this?," he calmly inquires
Angry lips limply purse. Wrinkles slip from constricted temples and in surrender, each muscle in unison releases from its attempted guard. I rest my steamy face against the cool of cotton sheets and resolve myself to the unease of dissonance and the pinching in my throat.