Just as my toes touched the floor, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind, pulling me back.
"Hit and run? Aren't you going to take responsibility?"
A raspy voice whispered in my ear.
I shrank back, letting out a couple of awkward chuckles.
"It's just a fling. I don't have to be responsible for anything... right?"
The man fell silent for a moment, his arm tightening.
"Oh, but I intend to take responsibility."
I remained silent.
"Avery."
"Yes?" I felt a chill up my spine at the sudden mention of my name.
His hand caressed my waist, pressing gently at my side, ticklish yet soothing.
"Have you forgotten my name?"
"Well..."
I quickly searched through the remnants of my memory, finding a blank where his name should be.
The man sighed, "Emmett."
I nodded, attempting to walk away, but he held me tight in his arms, immobilizing me.
It was not good.
"Also, I'm 31 this year."
"Yeah?"
"I'm older than you, young lady."
Well...
What a stickler for details.
"But I'm married." I admitted.
His hand froze mid-rub on his waist.
"You mean you had dumped?"
"Yeah, I got divorced, but I'm still in the cooling-off period, so..."
"Damn!"