Stacy's POV
I screamed in pain. Whatever seemed to happen seemed to make him come back to normal. He held me in his arms, and I was worried that he would do something to me, but he seemed to make me feel alright.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for me to do this. I didn't mean for something like this to actually happen."
"What happened back there? Tell me why you're always out of control, and why you did not run off like you did the last time?" I asked, making him pause. His eyes stared into mine, and he seemed to understand what was going on.
"Why do you care, huh? Why do you badly want to know about me?" He asked with raised brows and was confused.
I didn't know what to say. Yes, I wanted to know a lot about him, but I didn't really know why. There was this compelling force. Something about him was appealing to him, and maybe that was why I was always this way.
"I don't know. I have no idea, but you're very fascinating…" I tried to catch my breath while I remained in his arms.
