CHAPTER EIGHT

VENITA:

My mind was in chaos, rendering comprehension of my surroundings or even coherent thoughts nearly impossible. All I knew was an overwhelming desire, an urge to be close to this man. It felt like an addiction, a craving I couldn't ignore. Caught in this dilemma, torn between my principles, self-respect, and this irresistible attraction, words failed to form in my mouth.

He leaned in so close that the tip of his nose brushed against mine, the proximity electrifying. "I'll make the choice for you then," he declared, a teasing tone in his voice as he pulled back.

A frustrated whimper escaped me just as I heard the car's engine roar to life, indicating our uncertain journey.

'Stop him, Venita. Say something, girl!' my brain scolded. Yet, I remained quiet, stealing glances at him as he sped away. My eyes were fixed on the veins that branched from his hands, tightly gripping the wheel, their vividness straining against his skin all the way up to his elbow where his white shirt was ne