Fey
He wouldn’t. Right? . . . Right? As I look into his piercing stare, I know he’s serious. Going on this date was a mistake. I know I wanted to get out of his bedroom, but I feel more trapped here than I ever did in there. My fear of this bond or whatever he calls it, is giving him control over this date. Over me. I DID enjoy the kiss. Way too much. So much that it freaked me out, so the last thing I want to do is admit that to him. But if he touches me, I’ll melt. I’m powerless to fight my intense and overbearing physical attraction to him. The simple act of him caressing my hand shot pleasure down between my legs. I can feel the moisture growing from his mere proximity. He’s so close. It feels like there’s no escape. I can’t move without some part of my body encountering some part of
