YET TO COME

..SEVEN..

...SEVEN...

~Backdoor, Silver Fire
(17th of February, 2015)

A different kind of emotion began to make its way through her at the sudden realization.

She tried to control it but it was too much, overhelming.

They threatened to choke her, to smother her to death.

Fear.

Anxiety.

Panic.

She also noticed that she was having a lengthy conversation with someone who was not part of her family.

These were all firsts for her.

And the realization made her quiet for a while.

‘I know there is no other my sweet, and I am entitled to my feelings," he continued.

He reached for her chin, his fingers caressing her skin in a lazy but provocative manner.

"Allow me to woo you Chloe,’ he said in a voice that was more demanding than pleading.

‘No!’ she snapped, stepping back and away from his fingers.

She could feel her heart beating faster at his touch.

What was this feeling?

How did he manage to rouse these emotions inside of her?

What was the secret?

How could he easily upset her?

She had absolutely no idea.

She made up her mind.

She needys to stay away from him, give him some distance.

She turned away from him in order to leave.

He leaned for and caught her hand, causing her to turn.

‘What do you want?’ she demanded, frustrated.

She was already having a tough time processing all these new things that she was feeling.

It was overmastering her.

‘You know what I want,’ he said again, with that smile.

‘Let go of me!’ she screamed, but her voice came out small.

‘I will not give up on you Chloe. If you think rebuffing me will keep me away, then you are wrong."

What was wrong with this man?

"I will keep chasing you till I get you for I do not take no for an answer, neither do I back down.’

He had let go of her hand and gave her that his signature smile.

That had been weeks ago.