I wish I’d thought ahead.
It was just so easy, at the time, to be reckless. I thought I had the power; had him under a spell, but it was all just a game.
I didn’t realise I was giving him a hold over me.
It seemed romantic, that he could undress me with his eyes. I never thought there would be a time when I’d wish he couldn’t. When we’d be arguing, and instead of looking me in the eye, I could tell he was exploring my skin instead.
I never thought there would be a time when his gaze would hurt.
When it would burn.
by Molly Duffield
(prompts: 13/02, foresight, exposure)