"Will you marry me, Noah?"
Once the words hit the air it felt as though I regained a consciousness I didn't previously have. It was the feeling of blacking out and watching yourself do something from the depths of your mind while you really have no control of it happening. It was the sensation of self sabotage.
There was no reply from him, no words were spoken between the time he dropped the hammer and stormed towards me. His aura said enough. His hand found its way into my hair as his lips crashed onto my own. I moved my lips against his, what was there for me to fight against anymore.
It wasn't as though he had taken the last of my freedom, no I did that to myself. His hands trailed greedily over every inch of my body. I knew I didn't like the feeling. It was rough, it wasn't a touch
