Finally, he stopped his inappropriate moves, wrapped both arms around my waist, lifted me up, and walked toward the house. His tone dropped, chilled and threatening, as he muttered, "Pull that stunt again—putting me aside for some other guy—and I won't be so nice next time. If I don’t ‘deal’ with you right in front of him, I’m not Henry Smith."
He carried me inside without even bothering to shut the door, pushed me down onto the couch, and braced both arms on either side of me, leaning in close. His eyes were blazing—so intense, it actually scared me.
"The door… it’s still open…" I glanced nervously at it and pleaded, "Can't we save this for later? Whatever punishment you were planning, do it tonight, okay? We haven’t even had dinner yet—this is bad for the stomach—"
I tried sli
