No More Running

Elbow pressed to the arm of the chair, he leaned in closer towards her, a fire in his eyes that told her to listen carefully and believe every single word that would be coming out of his mouth because he meant each one and said, “It means, I’m going to start living my life the way that I want and no one is telling me otherwise. Not. Even. You.”

Then he sat back in his seat, like he hadn’t just blown her mind with that statement and casually asked, “When are we moving in?”

Ha! He may have shocked her, but he hadn’t turned her brains to mush.

“Since I’m paying for the house and I bought it for me, I’m moving in three months. You’re still a guest in my apartment. You can take over the lease if you want.”

His brows pulled in a deep V over his narrowed eyes. “You didn’t hear me.”

“Oh I heard you,” she said standing up, “but no one strong arms me into anything.”

She shrieked with a sharp intake of breath when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto his lap. His arms wrapped aroun