Trapped Until Morning

“Are you calling me a bully?” Gideon asked as he arched a brow challengingly at me.

Isn’t that what I have just said?

“This is it. I’ve had enough, I’m going back. You can stay here all you want,” I said as I got up from my seat.

The sound of the chair scraping against the floor told me that Gideon had also done the same. The next thing I knew, I felt the grip of his hand around my arm and then my