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What else would we do? Katy grabs on to my arm with a death grip, her fingers pinching my skin. "No! We can't do that."

My feet had already been moving. And then her hand had closed around my arm. I'd almost pulled away. Would have, if something in her grip hadn't been — deliberate. Not desperate. Not the grab of someone trying to stop me from leaving. The grip of someone who had been waiting for exactly this moment to say exactly this thing, and had understood that she wouldn't have long.

His lips curled in something close to a smirk but there was no humor in it. I hiccuped swallowing back sobs with my shoulders trembling under his grip. But he didn’t let go. He tightened his hold, his fingers bruising as if he wanted me to feel it and to remember it for the next several days so I won’t attempt this movement. And then he leaned in too ckose

I'm not and u should get going. I stepped to move, his hand were tightly wrapped around line in a cuff his cord moved up and down as he gulped the bitterness that stained his mouth. I check again deaghing myself out of his grasp. But he drill cling onto me. "As far as you're being stubborn I can't just let you off like fat, should I." My won't screamed, moan desired him even more long for his lips, I cant only close my eyes everything moment is a realization I'm fighting to pull out but it keeps ringing over and over like some jingle bell.

With me. I try to pull my hand back gently, subtle enough that only he’ll notice. He does. And instead of letting go, he tightens his grip softly.

But before I could fully process the situation, the lady abruptly grabbed my arm, her grip tightening like a vice. "No, handsome, I would like to take you to the direction myself," she said, her voice filled with an unsettling determination. Her grip on my arm grew tighter, making it difficult for me to break free. I realized that any sudden movement might result in harm, not just to myself but also to her.

I tried to free my hand from his grasp, my tone firm as I insisted, "Let go of me. Now." The urgency in my voice seemed to startle him, his hold relenting slightly momentarily. But before I could take advantage of the momentary reprieve, his fingers tightened again, his expression more aggressive. "I am not going to let a catch like you slip away," he declared, his tone tinged with possessiveness.

Steady air left his nose before he ever so calmly said, "Get out." I shook my head, my fingers only tightened over his wrist telling him that I am not going anywhere. The muscles of his jaw worked, he tried to pull his hand out of my grip but he couldn't. I have never held into something that hard; as if I am clinging onto the last thread of hope binding us together.

Her hands clutched at his back, savoring the feel of flexing muscles and hard ribs. With a growl, he stood. His gaze held hers as his hands moved to the zipper of his pants. She wanted to look as he revealed himself, eager to enjoy his body in all its glory, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his. All that intensity, all that focus, for her…

What just happened? I flex my jaw when I remember his grip on my arm. It was not much hurting but it was firm enough to make me hiss yet I was stubborn enough to not give him that satisfaction. No, I will never let him see how much he affects me and to his dear knowledge, I, too, want to let him know something.