((Warning!! Contains: Swearing, Violence, Abuse, Implied sex (Aka they had sex but I skipped it over), Possible triggers, Possible toxic relationships, and Sexy Danes.))
I pushed every button, accept the right one that would let me in. I reacted badly to every slight hint of hesitance. I had pushed the Dane as far as he could go. He had mistook my silence as a punishment. It took me by surprise the hatred in his eyes, he had lacked the words to let me know. I cry knowing how my tears felt like acid to his skin, I know it was my fault. Now he’s afraid of me, and I’m afraid of him. Now I feel the distressful turn of my stomach whenever our eyes met. I had pushed the one person I let in as far as he could go, pressing every button I could to see inside his head. But can he get into mine and crumble my facade?