My Bully
My mouth was open like a jellyfish as I read through an exciting scene.
Suddenly, someone snatched the book from my hands, and I looked up in frustration. I hated being disturbed while reading. It was Steve, and I felt embarrassed that he caught me reading such a book.
I stood up, trying to retrieve the book, but he held it high above my head. I couldn't reach it. As I tried to stretch to grab it, I lost my balance and fell onto Steve's chest. He caught me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. With one hand holding the book, he looked into my eyes, and we were dangerously close. I couldn't help but gulp, feeling a sudden rush of emotions.