Everly.
"Stay still, please." He finishes undressing me and lays me on the bed. He’s not actually going to bite me, is he?
Joshua starts rummaging through my drawers, and I don't like it at all. He acts as if it’s his house.
He takes out two tank tops, and I find his behavior strange.
"What are you going to do?," I ask, confused, when he grabs my hands, places them above my head, and ties my wrists to the headboard with the top.
"Isn't it obvious?," he's restraining me. On one hand, it's exciting, but on the other, I don't like it.
"Great!," he says, admiring my state of nudity.
Joshua takes off his shirt, jeans, and underwear, tossing them aside, and licks his lips.
"You are beautiful, Everly. You can drive any man crazy, but you’re only mine, got it?"
I nod, saying I'm his only
