Jeremiah 1 5 Novels & Stories

Jeremiah let his eyes run down my naked chest, before he tapped the floor with his shoe and looked down in a silent command. Like this, even sitting down, he appeared to be looming over me. And it reminded me of all those early times when I used to throw a jealous fit and he would take control, punish those evil thoughts out of me. Slowly, I lowered myself on my knees in front of him, my eyes downcast like a sinner seeking forgiveness. But Jeremiah didn’t allow me to look away, he grabbed my chin and stared at me with a tight jaw. “Answer me, where did you think you were going? And did you really think I will allow it?”