Anna Marie
She loved Saturdays. She goddamn do!
It's a prelude to Sundays. Who wouldn't love a rest day?
Why the heck was she nervous as hell to the point she recklessly nicked her fingers? Twice. That never happened before. Ever.
Ballerinas will envy her in the kitchen if they see her movements when she cooks. She was as graceful as a swan in a lake. Flawless lines and all that s**t.
But not tonight.
This insanely heavy bracelet hidden under her long-sleeved jacket felt like a commitment. To what? How the hell does she know?
The i***t didn't bother to explain it to her before he held her hand hostage.
Hostage? Really, Rie?
Shit! There she goes again. Alright. She felt safe in his arms. Happy?
Even the forced kiss...well it was not that bad. Not revolting, a
