Naomi’s POV
His hand was still in my arm.
I stood there, my chest rising and falling fast and hard. I should have pulled away, Gods, I should have. I should have said something, screamed at him, pushed him back. But I didn’t. I just stared up at Marcus like a fool.
Damn, I was a fool. No matter how much, I tried to convince myself that my heart didn't thud and do that little backflip thing anytime I saw him. And I tried to steady my breathing when he was around.
His eyes didn’t blink. They stayed locked on mine, and his gaze was so cold and burning at the same time. He looked like he hated me and he also looked like he missed me at the same time. He looked like he was mad at me for something I didn’t understand. Maybe he wasn't mad at me, because why would he be mad at me?
“Let me go,
