I absolutely love the reviews! I promise to answer once I finish posting. They crack me up most of the time - especially the booby ones.
Panic bubbled in my chest as I thought of somehow going back.
That night I wasn't going to sleep.
I was going to clutch to the bed and kick and scream if some unknown force tried to take me away.
Breakfast was a quiet affair shared between me and Betty.
Nigel didn't emerge from their room until around noon, still looking sleepy.
Edward and his mom didn't leave her room until lunch time.
While we worked on something to eat, Elizabeth made me cry all over again, telling me how grateful she was for fighting for them, for keeping her son alive, for making him happy.
During lunch, Edward sat next to me at the table. Betty and Nigel sat across from us. His mom sat at the end of the table.
Being obscured from everyone's view, Edward put his hand on my knee making me jump a mile. I had been so into my conversation with Betty that he startled me, and to my surprise, he didn't retract. Slowly, but surely, his hand came to rest on my thigh, which he kept squeezing at different intervals.
I felt like a ticking bomb. I was going to explode any moment.
Did he have any idea what he was doing to me?
