Even before I could protest, he had completely pulled me inside and locked the door. My heart was beating fast inside my rib cage at his hasty actions. I was about to open my mouth, but suddenly the lights went off, and my heart started to thump even faster. We were both alone in the bathroom in complete darkness. To make things worse, he pulled me to his chest. My breath hitched when he did that. He placed his hand on my wrist, pinning me to him. For the second time, I was so close to him. He was holding me firmly against his chest, with both of my hands resting on it. In the way that I could feel his rigid muscles beneath my palm. Moonlight entered from the small window above. It made his charcoal grey eyes shine. His dark orbs were looking down at me heatedly.
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