Jealous Suspicions

Cassia Rowe

I stared at him, my heart pounding against my chest. His intoxicating musky smell rushed through my nose, wrapping my senses. I could feel his slow and deep intake as he stared at me, his face just inches away from mine.

“Mr. Thorne,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I pushed at him. He didn’t let go and kept holding me. I stared at him, confused.

Why isn’t he letting me go?

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