It was once effortless to blame someone, although she knew very well, there was once no way he would let this take place to her if he knew it.
“Let... me go...” she was stammering when she said that, her heart was once beating so quick in opposition to her chest, as she breathed raggedly. “Let me go... don’t contact me...”
Yet, Roland didn’t hear her pleas and rested his head towards her shoulder, respiratory in her scent.
Zuri couldn’t maintain this feeling any longer, she couldn’t breathe. She needed to get away from Roland earlier than her instinct resolved into an act of violence.
Having her eyes closed, brought back the recollections of Emmet touching her body again, how he breathed down her neck, just like how Roland was once doing now. His heat breath against her pores and sk
