Stella:
Was it too early to feel like I was the only woman who mattered to him in this world?
My hand slid into his as soon as he made his way over to me. It felt so small in his large, smooth hands. I watched as he led me back into the living room with insane gentleness.
Fear latched against my skin, like a warning and a reminder of who this man was and what he was capable of doing to me.
He was like every other man. Like Corey. He could turn his back against me all of a sudden and f*****g bite back.
But why did it feel good to be gently guided down the steps and lead to a comfortable couch? Why did it feel so good to watch him lean his lean, muscular frame forward and arrange cushions for me to feel comfortable?
Why did my stomach stir when he turned to me with a soft smile that t
