Melody tugged at her hand, trying to loosen his grip and break free from his hold. But her efforts were in vain; his strength was undeniable, and she found herself unable to break free from his firm grasp.
"Morgan, let me go! What on earth do you think you're doing?"
She struggled against his unyielding grip, her eyes locked onto his in frustration.
His hand clung tightly to hers, refusing to let go. The intensity in his eyes betrayed a tumultuous mix of conflicted emotions, a storm brewing within him. "I can't just let you walk away, Mel. I really miss you. There are things we need to talk about."
"Morgan, this isn't the time or the place for this conversation. I have my own life now, and I need to go."
