Chapter 7. Say What Now?

Anna Marie

She loved Saturdays. She goddamn did!

It was a prelude to Sundays. Who wouldn’t love a rest day?

Why the heck was she nervous as hell to the point she recklessly nicked her fingers? Twice. That had never happened before. Ever.

Ballerinas would envy her in the kitchen if they saw her movements when she cooked. She was as graceful as a swan in a lake. Flawless lines and all that shit.

But not tonight.

This insanely heavy bracelet hidden under her long-sleeved jacket felt like a commitment. To what? How the hell did she know?

The idiot didn’t bother to explain it to her before he held her hand hostage.

Hostage? Really, Rie?

Shit! There she goes again. Alright. She felt safe in his arms. Happy?

Even the forced kiss...well, it was not that bad. Not revolting, as she would have imagined. With a different person – she shuddered at the thought.

Or being caged in his arms. It was...relaxing, to say the least. She di