Sabrina prances around like a happy little girl and leaves the kitchen, shouting that she will just take a bath and be with me. Ethan walks around the table until he is two centimeters away from me, I feel his breath collide on my neck, it makes me very anxious and nervous.
I feel his fingers run down my arms, I bristle and he laughs. I don't like that at all. He pretends to play with me, to play nice for a few seconds, he thinks he's going to be able to cajole me that way. I'm on edge, and he knows it.
“I make you nervous,” He whispers huskily, blocking out all sorts of negative thoughts towards him, ”After all, you're still my mate, Alice. You are not to blame for having feelings for me.”
“You said I'm not. And make no mistake, the only thing I have stored up for you is hatred, and it
