he releases a frustrated sound and continues dragging me along. at first, you think you’re leaving, but he stops in front of the ferris wheel and gives the man our tickets before he flings me inside. you fold your arms and sit at the far end from him. he slides to your side. when you attempt to stand up, he yanks down on your thigh with a strong hand. a groan of frustration rips from you. i’m angry at you right now.

you can be angry all you want without leaving my side. he says