"While all you girls are dreaming of vampires, I'll be dreaming of a half-naked werewolf." -Anonymous *** I turn on my heels and shake my head at his outrageous demands. Who does this guy think he is? A stalker, that's who. Before I could get anywhere, his chest was pressed against my back and his arm was snaked around my waist, holding me in place and not letting me take another step. "Look," I began. "Let go of m-" "Don't fight me." he growls, the second person within the last few minutes to do that. His arm was pulling me tighter to him and it felt...good. His touch felt good, more than good. My knees started to go weak as I felt his head dip down to my neck, taking in a breath and placing his lips next to my ear. "I think you're staying here." he whispers. It was all happening so fast, too fast, and before I knew it I was nodding my head not knowing what came over me. Fear? Intimidation? I didn't know. "...okay."