Lacey's POV:
Of course I’m crying! I don’t want this! I’m under conflict inside as this isn’t me and I’m not going to do this with someone I’ve just met for crying out loud!
“Just stop it! Please…. Stop and leave me alone….” I’m avoiding his sight, breathing with difficulty as I’m having a genuine panic attack.
All this goes against my beliefs and principles. There’s a fucking war inside of me. On one side, I’m into him, on the other side, I’m against him. So, it’s so fucking hard for me to manage all this. I’m not Brent, I’m me. And I’m such a complicated one for fuck’s sakes!
He’s kissing my temple while I’m forcing my arms to free my hands, moving my body to shake him off me, to a complete fail.
“JUST STOP!”
He’s also fighting himself to control as I fucking feel him on me, but I don’t give a fuck on that. I just want him off me and my person out of here.