Chapter 38: Possessions and Other Such Things Needing Permission
Ella
"Stop–George, stop it!" I push him away, hating how I'm blushing, having enjoyed the press of his lips and his passionate touch as if he might... as if he wanted me.
I'm not going to fall for it, I refuse to. The only reason he wants me right now is because he's jealous that he isn't allowed to have me. That I am denying him.
His interest only goes so far. I'm not going to hand my heart over to him just because he demands it.
"You're enjoying this," he murmurs, leaning back in but I'm firm in my decision, not letting him get any closer.
"Be that as it may, I don't want it. I thought you said you respected me."
He pauses at that, pulling away. I wait as he obviously contemplates his options. Finally, he sighs and pulls away completely, leaving me feeling slightly cold, almost sad about it, but no.
No, I can't be weak like that or give in. I learned better, haven't I?
"Fine. You're still recovering anyway. I'll have one of the maids bring you dessert."