Chapter 18
Darcy's Pov
Wanting to have her so bad, to press my lips on hers so bad, I followed her immediately. I caught up with her in the hallway.
Adrian moved faster on bare feet. She must have forgotten her slippers in the toy house as she ran off to escape me.
She moved as if she was running from something inside her as much as from me. Her hair flew behind her like a flag, her shoulders tight with panic. She had almost reached her door when instinct forced me forward.
Before she could step her feet inside her room, I called her to stop, getting closer just behind her, I placed my hand on her waist. Not rough. Not forceful. Just steady enough to keep her from disappearing behind that door.
She froze at once.
"Adrian," I said, my voice low, carrying more plea than command.
She
