The Inevitable Results _ 1

[Margaret's POV]

When Donald pushed me down onto the grass, all sorts of confusing thoughts raced through my mind before condensing into one—we still hadn't escaped this.

And a remorseful thought. If that was the case, why did we have to come out? If it was meant to be this way, I'd rather be in the house than on the grass in the wild.

But it was too late to say anything now.

The grass on this side was really tall. When I lay down, I saw that the grass was taller than me.

Donald's arms were on either side of me. His tall frame covered almost everything I could see. All I could see was his chest rising and falling from his breathing. I could feel his hot, masculine scent.

The grass beneath me felt prickly. My dress was thin, not enough to cushion the impact. I felt the tip of the grass prick my skin through my clothes. It was itchy and slightly prickly.