It starts with me hating it. I wasn't sure of what was going to happen next. I just had to wait for him, only thing is, he knew what was going to happen next. My fear always took over. My pulse always used to quicken when I felt his warm touch on my body. But little by little, he turned from the monster I feared to the man with brown eyes, drowning me in an ocean of love. I used to scream and beg him to stop but without realizing I found myself closing my eyes and screaming, begging for more of his touch.