Being trapped in theory is one thing, knowing it for a fact, is different. I wanted to be furious at being trapped with him, tied, but I couldn't be. He actually held the door for me, and I let him. No, not my reputation at stake, but Nathaniel's.
I had to close my eyes so I could feel his hands and not be distracted by the color of his eyes. Two hours, maybe less. What's that supposed to mean? He went down on his knees by the bed. We don't want him to run.
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