My Winter

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Winter's pov:

To say I'm mad, is an understatement. Right now, I'm pacing in the kitchen trying to cool down. Who does he think he is? Locking me in the God forsaken house like a rabid animal that needs to be caged.

Let me rewind a little bit.

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Not long after dinner, Nic's family returned home. Bella gave me her number so we can keep in touch. I'd be happy to do that. She seems a little depressed.

Most mothers get Postpartum depression after they had their baby. They sometimes feel as if they're not enough for their child. Like they can't take care of them. It can get so bad that some mothers leave the child with their fathers. Sometimes, the mother will even commit suicide, not even feeling enough to be alive for anyone.

There were parts in the conversations that I could see a little depression seeping through. Often happened when we talked about mothers and children.

I don't know what I can do to help her, but I can try by being there, talking to her and letting her know she'll make a wonderful mother. It isn't her fault her son needs a breathing machine to breathe. I stand by what I said to her when we first met. He can conquer anything especially because he has a mother like her.

Now, I'm upstairs trying to change. But my zipper is stuck. Ugh. I need help and as if on cue, Nic comes it with his black lose tie around his neck.

"Can you help?" I asked. I know. Cliché. But I really do need help.

He smiled at me and made his way over. He rubbed his hands to warm them up, so that if they touch my skin I'm not jumping away from the sudden coldness.

I couldn't see him behind me cause I'm not standing in front of a mirror. But I could most certainly feel his strong presence.

I felt his knuckles graze my skin, giving me goosebumps, as he moves the zipper puller. I felt it finally release as he slowly moves it down. I felt his breath on the back of my neck down to my shoulder. His tender lips are placed upon my shoulder. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, wanting everything from him.

His lips move down to the strap of my dress as I started dreaming of the things he'd do to me. He gracefully slides both straps off. This action caused me to quickly snap my eyes open beinging me back to my reality and catch my dress from falling.

I'm not ready for him to see all of me like that yet. And I'm definitely not ready to go all the way tonight. I just hope he doesn't get upset when I tell him no.

I felt him take his hands off me and I heard him step back. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I slowly turned around, preparing mentally what I might see. I was surprised to see him calm and worried, and his arms still raised like he was surrendering. 'He's not him.' I reminded myself.

I gave him a tight smile and nodded. "I'm not ready to go that far with you." I said nervously.

"Hey," he dropped him arms. "I understand. I can and will wait. No way in hell am I going to force you to have sex with me. And I'm not gonna make you feel bad about it."

I smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

"Do you need me to leave and give you some privacy?"

"No," I shook my head. "I can change in the bathroom. You need to change too." I grabbed my Pj's and walked to the bathroom.

When I walked back out I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, changed, looking down at his hands. His head quickly snapped up when he heard me re-enter the room.