Chapter 7

I screamed as he dragged me even more firmly into his chest since he had failed to notice my broken arm. He grunted loudly, and I whimpered in response. Did he believe that I was avoiding his touch? My working hand fell softly across his cheek in a sloppy motion. I stroked my fingertips against his face, feeling the stubble and the acuity of his jawline.

"My arm is broken; it's still healing." I was able to clench my teeth and observe as his glistening eyes peered down at my body and the arm that was pressed up against his chest. Due to the way I kept breaking...