"Then what?" He looked at me, still smiling, seemingly teasing me on purpose, "You don't want me to stay here?"
His question made my face flush and tongue tied, so I turned on my heel and walked away, "I don't care where you stay, you can sleep on the street for all I care."
He caught up to me and took my hand, "If you're with me, I'd sleep on the street or even in a pigsty."
"Who's going to sleep in a pigsty with you!"
I tried to break free from his hand, but instead, he pressed close, directly encircling my waist, pulling my body tightly against his.
My heart raced instantly, and I caught the familiar scent of forest and grass on him, along with the blush-inducing scent of male hormones.
Suddenly, I couldn't utter a single strong word.
I'm realizing more and more that Daniel Carter, on the surface, is a gentleman, polite and refined.
Indeed, beneath the tenderness lies strength, in elegance hides dominance.
