ISABELLA
I felt suffocated in my own skin. I could feel Christian's eyes on me from time to time. He would gently caressed my thigh and I knew that I should push his hands away from me but for some reason, his touch felt comforting.
I hated how his touch made me feel, the way it sent a shiver down my spine. But as he continued to caress my thigh, I found myself relaxing into his touch. It was a strange and unsettling feeling, but I couldn't deny that there was something oddly comforting about it. Despite our hatred for each other, there was a familiarity to the way he touched me, a sense that we knew each other on a deeper level. I tried to squash these thoughts, reminding myself of all the reasons I despised him, but his touch continued to linger on my skin, making it harder and harder
