I'm not some possession. I pushed at his chest once more. No, you're not. His mouth returned to mine. You are my wife. I continued to struggle with the mass of him. He pulled his head back. You're the only woman I've loved since I lost my mother and sister. His eyes intent on mine. Torn by my anger and his admission, I stopped protesting. His mouth moved against my neck and his body pressed into mine. I have loved you for so long.
~ Saewod Tice
