Sally
I could taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, a painful reminder of Colby's rough kiss. I glared at him, my anger and hurt simmering just below the surface.
"My lips aren't yours," I signed, my hands moving roughly. "I'm not yours. Don't claim me like I'm your freaking toy."
Colby took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. I swallowed nervously, moving back as he invaded my personal space.
"But you have feelings for me, don't you?" he asked, his voice deep and barely above a whisper.
I signed again, my frustration mounting. "Why do you keep asking that?"
"Just answer me, Sally!" he growled, a glint of possessiveness in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down. "And you rejected me, didn't you?" I signed.
"What if I want you now?" he suddenly ask
