Ardal
It takes me a second before his words register.
Then it hits.
“Oh no, you’re not!” I stomp my foot on the ground, every bit as petulant as a child, and not giving a damn.
The sheer audacity!
Kadeem takes a large step towards me under the tree, and the smell of fresh sweat washes over me. His damp collarbone and hairline are dappled with it. Despite everything, I feel pinpricks of desire - although they’re quickly replaced by a resurgence of anger.
“Baby,” he says, and I roll my eyes immediately at his infuriating patronizing.
He grits his teeth and struggles to steady his voice. “Trust me when I say this is the optimum choice. I will be accompanying you every step of the way."
As he utters, “every step,” the overwhelming urge to smack him resurfac
