As she entered the bedroom, Christopher Robinson immediately pushed her against the door.
Bending down to look at her, he spoke softly, stabbing each word into Amelia Cobb's heart: "What? You think by not going home you can stop loving me? By not seeing me, you can be without feelings for me? By going through the motions in bed at night, you can suppress your inner longings? Amelia, what's the difference between that and deceiving yourself?"
"Loving someone is neither illegal nor shameful, what are you hiding from?"
With Christopher's every word, the ice in his voice and gritting teeth inquired into Amelia's intentions.
"Or are you saying, Miss Cobb, that you think loving me is very disgraceful?"
Amelia was trapped in Christopher's embrace, with nowhere to hide or escape, as he held her chin and stared directly into her eyes.
