STAY IN YOUR MOLD
My eyes could not depart from Enid as we made our way to the room. I was glad he now had the attention I required. Today he wasn't in such a terrible mood, and his subtle gesture made my heart swell.
The hallway seemed to cut more than half as we got to his room in no time.
I, in a way, felt disappointed as we turned into the room and his grip on my hand softened and eventually broke from mine. It was strange how my hand felt empty without his large palm in it.
He stepped into the room first, and the second I did, he hurled me to himself, slammed the door, and slammed my back hard against it.
Soft pain tingled down my back from the effect of the hurl. He pinned me to the door, and his eyes blazed as he glared at me.
He was closer to me in a manner that knocked all the breath from me. The pain in my back was slowly washed away by the blissful feeling of having his body pressed against mine. His breathing fanned my face, and my knees buckled, threatening to give up on me.
"What the fuck were you doing out there chatting around with Marcella?" He slammed me hard into the wall again.