Nayana
The buzz of the mall wraps around me. People talking and laughing, moving in every direction with their shopping bags swinging beside them. Everything smells like perfume, coffee, and new clothes. I’m trying to pay attention to all of it, but it’s hard when Leo’s hand is wrapped around my waist like he owns not just me, but the entire oxygen supply in my lungs.
He holds me firmly and possessively as he guides me through the crowd. Every time someone passes too close, his grip tightens just slightly, like a silent warning. It sends tingles racing up my spine, and I have no idea how to calm the flutter inside my stomach. I’ve never been the type to get shy easily, but the way he touches me makes me want to hide my face in his neck.
After he asked me not to talk about our families,
