I was trapped in it. Completely Trapped.
The more I looked at him, the more I realized there was no escaping the twisted cage he was building around me in the name of his not-so-obsessive love.
My hand was still resting flat against his chest when Josh moved swiftly the next second as his fingers slid down, catching mine.
I got startled, as his hand enclosed mine tightly before I could pull them from his grip, holding it against his body.
The sudden contact jolted me out of my thoughts.
I tried to jerk my hand back, but his grip only tightened, almost possessive, almost like he thought I might try to vanish into thin air. My stomach churned, making me want to scream at him.
That smile stretched across his face again.
Slow, and deliberate, filled with madness. His thumb stroked my knuckles in a way that was supposed to be tender but only made bile rise in my throat.
