"What the hell are you thinking about coming here," I grumbled in her face, my eyes almost closing at the intoxication of her closeness.
"You are supposed to be at home." She whispered, barely audible. It did unfair things to me, scaring the s**t out of me.
How can someone's influence mess with your mind like a passing shot on a soccer field? Liz’s effect on me scares the s**t out of me. It's distinctly unhealthy. I'd never wanted anything so bad until her.
"This is my home too." I likely sounded pathetic at that point. I could hear my heavy breath.
"You said it was built just a few days ago. How can it be a home for you?" She shoved me. I didn't budge.
Without further ado, my hands grasped her small hands on my chest. Every muscle in my body constricted at the contact, and I shu
