Alissa Hebert’s Reviews > Imagine Me > Status Update

When he begins to pace I watch him, study the shape of him. I am not surprised to discover that he moves beautifully. I am fascinated by him, by his form, his measured strides, the muscles honed under skin. He seems like he might be my age, maybe a little older, but there's something about the way he looks at me that makes him seem older than our years combined.
Whatever it is, I like it.

when it finally hits me that Nazeera is really here, really awake, really okay, 1 pull her into my arms. Her defensive posture melts away, and suddenly she's just a girl—my girl-and happiness rockets through me. She's not even close to being short, but in my arms, she feels small. Pocket-sized. Like she was always meant to fit here, against my chest.

AWWWW

My body is shaking so excessively I can hardly stand, but somehow I manage to deposit the finger in Anderson's outstretched palm before collapsing to the ground.
"Good girl," he says softly. "Good girl."

HE MADE HER CUT OF HER FINGER?
HOLY….but he said “good girl”😉 LMFAO- THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME BAAHAHHA

"Now say it," he says softly.
I blink at him. "Sir?"
"Tell me that I am your master."
My mind goes blank.
A dull, warm sensation washes over me, a searching paralysis that locks my tongue, jams my mind. Fear propels through me, drowning me, and I fight to break the surface, clawing my way back to the moment.
I meet his eyes.
"You are my master," I say.

DADDY ANDERSON? HEAR ME OUT CHAT.

There's something so safe here in the feel of him, in the scent of him-something entirely his own. Being near him does something to me, something I can't even explain, can't control. I know I shouldn't, know I shouldn't, but I can't help but drag the tips of my fingers down the perfect lines of his torso.
I hear his breath catch.

OHHH also. I hate Anderson. 😛 how dare he take J away⁉️

I feel it
I stiffen against the nausea that precedes a vision, the sudden punch to the gut that means there's more, there's more, there's always more.
Aaron pulls me closer, holds me tighter against his chest.
"Breathe," he whispers. "I'm right here, love. I'll be right here."

WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING OMG. EMMALINE- GIRL. GET A GRIP.