Chapter 89: Layla
Jared reaches out and takes my hands before pulling me back into the chair I was previously sitting in. His legs clamp on either side of me, and I feel trapped. I think that’s his intention.
He would never hurt me. I repeat the reminder in order to stay calm.
"First, tell me why you’re asking." Jared shifts closer to the edge of the bed. If I leaned in slightly, our foreheads would touch. His hands trail along my arms until his fingers rest on my wrist. I glance down. His thumb strokes the tender flesh.
"Your heart is beating so fast, Layla."
I try to pull my hands back, and when Jared doesn’t release them, I glare at him. "Let me go."
"Why? Are you afraid that I can tell when you’re lying?"
I yank my hands again. "You think this is normal?"
He releases me before running his fingers through his hair.