[Olivia]:
Was it too early to feel like I was the only woman who mattered to him in this world?
My hand slid into his. It felt so small in his large smooth hands. I watched as he led me back down the steps 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.
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 stretch 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, taking my hand in his once again and gently sitting me down? Why did my knees weaken when he crouched before me and leaned towards me like he was going to kiss
