Daddy's little Saint
His warm breath fanned my face, and once again, I couldn’t bring myself to move back.
“I’m not holding you anymore though.” He whispered.
“Oh.” I mumbled, stepping back.
Every bit of fight had left my bones. I swallowed subtly, my throat bobbing up and down.
“I think you can leave now.” He said, a smirk donning his face.
That statement managed to bring me out of the stupid reverie that his scent locked me in.
I gritted, “You must really think you can control everything.”
“Well, maybe.”
Before I could respond to him, something crept up my legs and I looked down, my eyes widened in horror the moment I saw that it was a spider.