“I’m sorry,” I said in a whispery manner. I thought he would let go of me once I said that but instead, he slowly snaked his arms on my waist and pulled me closer to him. I had no choice but to put my palms on his chest so I can support myself from falling because I wasn’t able to balance myself at the moment. I looked around the room. Good thing that the place was covered with thick walls. At least no one would have seen us in this kind of position.
“Can you… can you move?” I asked hesitantly and tried to push him away gently. But instead of moving, he tightened his grip to my body almost squeezing me to him.
His eyes never leave my face. It’s like he’s studying something from there. I can feel panic when I thought maybe he would’ve recognized my real identity if he saw the resemblance
