The Last Call

He pinned me down holding my hands above my head, the hold on my wrist being far different from the hold earlier, where his grip was strong enough to leave a bruise. This grip was soft, as if he was rethinking, not sure of his actions, as if he didn't know why he did this in the first place.

I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. I looked at them, looking into his eyes was a mistake, he froze, eyes clouding, he leaned forward, I could feel his breath on my lips as he stopped a few inches away.