I was running through the crowded church hallway, running while people gave me crazy looks. I heard his footsteps close behind mine as I leaped from the back door. I took a left and ran behind the church. I felt strong hands grip my waist as my back met with the siding of the church. He held my arms above my head, both my wrists in one of his large hands. His other hand settled into my waist as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, as if sniffing me. He said only one word, "Mine."