Whoah!
I try to free myself from him but he wraps his arms around my waist and stares down at me. He is staring right into my eyes.
It’s the same look. The one he had when we were both propped on his counter, barely two weeks ago.
That gaze that I can’t still wrap my finger around . I can’t decipher it and I wanna because it’s all strange.
I breathe in his intoxicating perfume. Not just perfume. It’s a combination of perfume, body wash and his natural smell and it’s all intoxicating.
What is this?
“Let me go.” I try to free myself from him but I can’t.
“Why are you so infuriating?” he asks his eyes getting glossy.
He lifts his right hand and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“You want to take my baby from me.” I push him off and manage but he takes me by my waist and this tim
