The gentle caress, the bombardier hues focused on her as if she were something important. The way he hoarded over her was kind of frightening for her, but she didn't want to complain about his behaviour. Her current anxiety was much calmer than earlier, but she twitched a little whenever she felt too tense from her muscles tightening and loosening. While she went up the stairs, she struggled light but Jonathan pushed her gently until she was completely upstairs.
Merope moved across the floor, shuffling around in front of him as he directed her to the kitchen,"A little bit." She was starting to feel slightly dependant on Jonathan, he was creating this behaviour himself.