His pine tree scent washed over me when he finally resorted to forcefully pulling me closer.
As soon as my head was pressed into his chest, it didn't leave. The feeling of his steady heartbeat, understandably a bit faster, was soothing.
The softness of his chest – and his shirt – were what I didn't want to admit I needed.
But his smell was what sealed the deal. Sounds creepy but it was what calmed me down ever so slightly.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
General Fiction"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
