Romance

Cross The Boundary Then Walk Away

by South Twig

My husband, Gunther Lane, was strict about his boundaries. I was not allowed to touch him without asking first. The last time I went to a party with his friends, I instinctively took his arm because I felt dizzy after drinking a little. "Let go." Gunther shook me off as though I had electrocuted him, then took a large step back in front of everyone. "I told you not to touch me without permission. Can't you show a little dignity?" I stood frozen with embarrassment while his friends looked at me, clearly amused. In the end, I fled home alone. But last week at the mall, I had seen him walking with Chloe Davies, the new intern. Because she was not used to wearing heels, she twisted her ankle and fell straight into his arms. He said nothing and did not push her away. Instead, he bent down and picked her up, his eyes full of worry. That was when I understood. His boundaries were meant for outsiders like me. I did not interrupt them. I simply applied for a place in a study program abroad. If I couldn't get past his boundaries, I'd leave for a country without him and set my love free.

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