**** Amora ****

He kissed me more roughly and I knew he wanted me. I want him but then the pain on my stomach made me gasps.

He kissed the tip of my nose as he hugged. I felt like he wanted to say something but he didn't know the right way and how.

I wish he could tell me what was wrong.

His eyes were sad but he was forcing to put up a smile. I smiled back as I heard someone clearing his throat distracting us. It was Mr. Gordon. The man who took care of me.

He ...