“Let’s go.” He then grabbed my hand just when I was about to say goodbye. I shook my head. There’s no way I’m going to let him just drag me behind him wherever and whenever he wants!

“Uh, hello? I’m going home. I have other better things to do than just—Ugh! Whatever. Let me go!” I complained as I tried to wiggle my wrist out of his grip. Good thing there we were behind the divider and nobody’s around in this part of the restaurant. Or this might cause a scene.

He leaned closer. I can feel his hot breath tickling my ear. “What if I don’t? What if I...