Rachel
“What…do you mean?”
“I meant what I said, dolly. I will help you cure your phobia, but I want you to be fully mine. No more denying that you don’t belong to me. No more refusing me, even yourself. You will be fully mine. And I’ll be wholly yours,” he stated firmly.
“Not even the therapist could help me, Cameron. What could you possibly do?”
“Because they’re not me.”
“So cocky.”
He tilted his lips to the side. “I f*****g am,” he proudly stated. “I can cure you, dolly.” He raised his hand and touched my cheek. Quickly being electrified. “You feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“On how your body responded whenever I touched you.”
“What about you?”
“Me?” he softly smirked. Pushing his face closer, he confessed, “I feel it, too.” And our lips reunited. Not just being electrified anymore.
