CHAPTER 13: HIS LOVING ARMS

“You’ve got to help me…” He said as he looked at me.

“Help you w-with w-what?” I stammered as I met his gaze. I tried avoiding it but his eyes felt like an uncontrollable magnet seizing this very moment of locking my eyes on him, his face, its features as he grins.

“Well…” He hovered his gaze on my lips. He touches my lower lip with his fingers. I can feel its softness. Mama Mia, what’s this?

I felt terrified and here he is, smiling like an idiot...