|| Arabella ||

Even though I ran as fast as I could, it turns out that my short legs would never be able to outrun Theo’s long ones.

After not even three minutes, he caught up with me. I was going to holler out some meaningless apologies when he tugged me by my wrist and yanked me backward, making my chest collide with his.

“Now, where will you go, Annabelle?” He locked both of his arms around me. Our chests were flushed together, while I panted from my short run.

Why was I running again?

“So what? What will you do to me? You won’t hit a girl now, would...