Marking her

*THE PRIVATE BEACH HOUSE*

Lorenzo was driving Tinsley to his beach house with a sense of urgency. His drive was rough and wild.

While driving, his mind was burning with emotions that he could no longer contain. He was going extremely crazy, and this was —her doing.

Tinsley, on the other hand, was quiet and distant. She sat silently at the back of the passenger, watching him and she knew he was losing it.

Sometimes, she prayed he wouldn't run into a tree or something.

A few minutes later, Lorenzo arrived at the spot and it turns out to be a beach.

Lorenzo immediately got out of the car, and he promptly opened the door quickly for Tinsley.

Tinsely hesitated for a moment, looking blankly at him.

“Come on, I don't want to be harsh,” Lorenzo muttered, and she unconsciously stepped out.

Lorenzo held her hand tightly, possessively.

Walking towards the only large building on the shore, the cool breeze from the beach welcomed them.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore w