STAY CLOSE TO ME
My fingers tightened around the armrest, my grip like a vice.
"No, Andrew. I can't wait anymore." My voice came out raw, tight with frustration. "Every night, every day, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of her. She's alone, and that... that means someone else could take her from me. I won't let that happen." I paced the room, unable to contain the storm raging inside me. The obsession, the need to possess her, to make her mine—completely, utterly mine—gnawed at my insides. She was so close, so within reach, but not close enough. Not yet.