Noah
Both of their bodies moved closer together to close the distance between them, and despite Noah's dedication to teaching her about self defense, his heart still fluttered when she nibbled at his hand. He smirked, just barely, and took a step even closer to the small woman. He nearly engulfed her with his size, his bulk, his looming presence that seemed to change in just a moment. His glacier eyes seemed to harden and his jaw set.
"Fight back." He demanded. He needed to see what her natural reactions were before he could teach her how better to react.He struck out with strong arms, one hand reaching for her shoulder and the other reaching for her forearm. He tried to both grab her in his firm grip and spin her around. While doing so, he continued to press forward, to try and totally consume her with his height and weight and presence.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
