Isabella’s POV.
“Isabella!”
He wouldn't stop calling me, wouldn't even let me go as he followed me halfway across the street, yelling for me to wait.
Why?
Why wouldn't he just get off me?
The further I walked, the closer he got until Esam grabbed my hands.
I turned around and noticed him panting. His grip was tight and forceful, keeping me in place and restraining me from any other movements. I struggled to set free but he wouldn't let go.
“Why the heck are you running?” He questioned me.
I growled. “Let me go, I don't want to be around you.”
“Why?”
“What did I do?”
I noticed his pupils dilated, I noticed his grip on me had softened for a second and then I noticed how gentle he looked as we stood there
The shift was fast yet swift and almost unnoticed. “Did I do something to h
