I entered my bedroom, and when I tried to close the door behind me, a strong hand prevented the door from closing.
I gasped. Salvatore followed me, here…
“What are you doing here?” I trembled and took a step back. He walked inside. He didn't ask for permission; he just stepped into my private space and closed the door behind him.
“What was that?” Salvatore said, taking a small step forward, while I took another backward.
“My whole life was being decided before my eyes, in public… without anyone caring about what I wanted,” I mumbled, while tears ran down my cheeks. I was a wounded animal, and I needed to retreat to lick my wounds. I didn´t need this… I didn´t want it.
“So, you don´t want to marry me tomorrow?” he took another step closer, while I took another backwards.
“I am a
