“Dance with me”, he insisted. There was no more strength in me to resist him anymore so I obeyed quietly, taking his hand and followed him to the dance floor.
Being in his arms, dancing so closely made me even more nervous than I could understand. He saw the nervousness all over me but did nothing to help me feel better. Even worse, he wouldn’t stop looking intently at my face even when I tried to hide it away from him. This isn’t me, I thought to myself. Why am I being apprehensive being with this man? So I decided to cut the growing tension. … More Part 9: Along came a spider