Shirley's POV
His voice was soft and gentle, his eyes sparked with concern, but his face had a frown.
My body glued on him, as my skin went pale and a sheen of sweat glistened on my face.
"Larry... I can walk," I whispered, feeling as though I should vanish from his grip.
He hauled me closer to his body and then said:
"I don't wanna be finding you in the woods, this time around, you might commit suicide" he replied coldly pacing towards the car with me.
I was tensed, shy as I widened my eyes. He was carrying me in his arms, in the presence of Nora and her mom.
It would break them and I couldn't see myself not wanting to refrain from him.
Furthermore, he spoke as though I'd be jealous if he were with Evelyn and Nora... I just don't know how to feel, but to be sincere, I'd want to st
