Chapter 53

Though I was angry beyond compare, I still wore the shirt over my wet body. The shirt stuck to my body, showing my sports bra through it anyway. Fraser slowly turned around and looked into my eyes, "That isn't manhandling in my definition," Fraser started again angrily, and the more I wanted his anger to die down, it didn't, "manhandling you is marking you in front of that bastard and taking you somewhere far where I can do what I should've done long time ago!"

"And what is that?" I yelled back with my hands into fists behind me and I dared to take a step closer so I was almost flush against him.

"Mate you and never let you fucking go!"

"Mate you and never let you fucking go!"

This sentence kept ringing through my head like big bells and I almost let my sensitive side show. My tears threatened to fall, but I tightened my hands into fists quickly, an action that always calmed me down unexpectedly.