KARIMA HEART
I tried to push him away, but God knows what kind of iron he was built in. His grip was so tight I couldn’t even move an inch.
“You’ve really gone crazy. Totally crazy. Get your hands off me—”
“Wait… If I do, what then? You’ll run off and call Romeo to save you?” His tone was mocking, like he was daring me, with his smirk right there in the corner of his lips.
“What do you want from me, Owain? Why won’t you just let me be?”
“I did remember,” his eyes glittered, pinning on my lips, “but then you stole something from me. So... tell me, Karry, what kind of man would I be if I let a thief walk free?”
At that rate, I thought I was really going to choke. My body was doing things I dared not admit, and for God’s sake I didn’t know why I could feel him...so hard...pressed agains
