Savannah
When the man stands, I forget how to breathe.
He’s big. Like really big. Taller than… I don’t know. Way taller than my five and half feet. Taller than Lee- Leland’s six-foot frame. And his muscles…
I wet my lips.
His biceps fill out the material of his sleeves, making the shirt look nearly uncomfortable.
My heart rate picks up even more when he takes one step forward.
I don’t know if I’m more scared of what he might do, or of the fact that he let go of his sister’s arm. Because she looks like she wants to kill Leland––and me––with her bare hands.
“Leland,” the man sighs, and I feel his voice skim across every inch of my exposed skin. “You’re even dumber than I thought. And that’s saying a lot. I know you’re not sleeping around on my sister and blaming her for it.” He pauses
