I was ready to smash his head with the chair if he made one wrong move. Of course, he did.
Just as I was about to strike, he caught the chair and slowly lowered it to the floor to avoid making any noise. Then he grabbed both of my wrists, brought them together, and raised them above my head. He stared deeply into my eyes.
Is he trying to be romantic now? I wondered.
Of course not. A beast like him couldn't possibly love. "What are you trying to do?" I asked.
He didn't answer. Instead, he gently traced my lips with his index finger before leaning closer, as though he intended to kiss me. Instinctively, I turned my face away.
His free hand slid to my neck, gripping it just enough to make my heart race.Oh, Lord, I prayed silently.
Instead of kissing my lips, he brushed a soft kiss again
