Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

and satin, matching the pajama set I have on beneath, and as I move closer,
the silky material glides against my skin, cooling me where his presence sets
me aflame.
“I know the concept of entertainment might be foreign to you,” I say.
“But I need something to keep my attention. And all the books upstairs are
ones I can recite by heart.”
“Shouldn’t you be studying?”
“Well… I withdrew from my courses.”
His head snaps to the side, eyebrows knitting together. “Why would you
do that?”
“I don’t know. It seemed… pointless. I’m not interested in teaching, and I
can’t imagine trying to balance a career in education while being your
prisoner.”
Turning slowly so he’s facing me, Kal stares down at me in silence, his
dark gaze flickering back and forth between my eyes as if trying to figure me
out.
Good luck.
“You’re not my prisoner,” he murmurs, something heavy settling in the
air between us, making my bones seem dense and rendering me immobile.
Electricity pulses in my blood, carrying it to the rest of my body as my heart
falters, skipping a beat when he moves forward.
“Oh,” I breathe, my brain unable to form another word.
“But if you don’t turn around and leave right now, I’ll make you feel like
one.”