Annabelle’s POV
I tried to break free of his hold, but he didn’t let me go. In fact, his hold tightened while his eyes pierced into mine, holding my gaze, and challenging me to look away.
“Please Stefan, let me go,” I said, knowing it was useless to fight him. I couldn’t win against his strength.
“Nope. Just relax and stay,” he answered stubbornly. It was more like an order to which I surrendered completely. It seemed my body and heart both wanted to be in his arms.
I relaxed into him, his warmth surrounding me, making me feel wanted, comforting me. I rested my head on his chest. It felt heavenly, and I closed my eyes, inhaling his intoxicating smell. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms. It felt bliss, almost home, and this feeling confused me.
“Did you like your room, Rosy
