Iris:
Flashback.
"So what if I get angry at you someday and hit you in anger?" I asked, sitting on top of Kash while he giggled beneath me.
His eyes were always so expressive when he looked at me, and his hands kept moving, either rubbing my back or massaging my thighs as I sat on his stomach with my legs spread.
The morning breeze flowed in through the window, making my hair dance in the air. My hands rested on his chest as we joked around.
"Well, then I'd try to find out why you hit me so I could fix my mistake, so that you'd never do it again," he replied, pouting.
"Oh, come on, you'd hit me back," I teased.
As soon as I said that, I noticed the upset look on his face.
"No, Iris. I'd never hit you back." His tone turned serious, and it caught me off guard.
"No, but it would be justified though. No one should use their hands on someone else. So, you know what? If I hit you, hit me back. That would stop me from becoming an abusive person," I stated.
