Chapter 51 Traces of Intimacy

I felt my pulse jump as Yvette locked me in place, her face way too close, lips curling into an uncharacteristic smirk as her grip tightened on my wrists above my head. The warmth of her breath brushed my cheek. "Have you completely lost it?" I snapped, trying to shove her off, but she had me pinned, her legs wrapped tightly around me, the strength of a vice. She let out a low laugh, not even phased. With one quick movement, she ran her hand down my jaw, and I felt the blood drain from my face. "Yvette, get a grip! Aren't you the one always calling me a country bumpkin? So, why are you so worked up over me now? Aren't you worried you'll end up being a bumpkin too?" I shouted, desperate to knock some sense into her. "And anyway, haven't you always thought I was useless? Can't even let a 'nobody' like me go? If word gets out, where's your pride going to hide?" I tried using reverse psychology to snap her out of it. But she wasn't buying it. Instead, she let out a cold laugh. "You go