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Amelia’s pov
He was right and I hated it. I despise it. I despise him.
My body had betrayed me, revealing what I was fighting so hard to not show him. I clench my hands into fists, trying to gain back my control. Oh, how I hated him.
I shot him stares of anger and annoyance and he returned it with amusement and burning desire. He clicked his tongue and purposely let his knuckles brush against the top of my cleavage. I suck in a very sharp breath, my eyes widening as such a simple action pushes heat between my legs.
The storm was raging outside, but it seems inside had a storm of its own. One that includes both me and him.
I don’t know where I got the courage from but I managed to smack his hand away, feeling my skin flush with heat. “Don’t touch me!” I snapped and pointed an accusing finger at his chest. The wet shirt really shows how toned he was.
Dammit Amelia, focus.
“I don’t even care why you’re here anymore but you should leave, I don’t want you here and I don’t want you anywhere near me!” I spat. To hell with sending him out in the storm, my dignity was too strong for me to look weak in his eyes.
He easily had me in the palm of his hands just now, a little more time and I wasn’t sure I’d even want to smack his hand away. I turn to whip around and storm away, he can get out the door on his own.
But when steel fingers wrap around my arm and pull me backward into his arms, I knew that whatever fight I was trying to prove fell the very moment. To be honest, it fell the moment I let him in
My backside press to his thighs and his front press to my back. Even though his clothes were soaked to the bone, the heat from his hardness pressing into my back was a huge contrast. The feel alone made something stir in my lower belly.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip hard.
“You’re such a little liar,” his whisper is harsh against the shell of my ear and my eyes widen, my heart thuddering against my chest. He was too close. He’s breaking those walls I’ve built up for years.
“Go ahead,” He chuckled, his tone dark I bet he would be able to hear you all the way to my house *
My heart drops in my stomach and my cheeks flamed. He knew all along I had been lying. Asshole. No wonder he called me out the first time. If he had already known why ask?
“This is sexual harassment!” I snapped as a last resort, hoping that would do it and he’d leave me alone.
It does. He reluctantly lets me go and I hate to admit it, but I feel instantly cold. Despite his clothes being soaking wet, being in his arms brought me a kind of warmth I had never felt before. I want him to pull me back but I ground my teeth and whirl around, about to tell him off again when the lights go out.
I gasped and when that loud rumble of thunder bounces off the walls I couldn’t remember how I ended up in his arms, my
legs around his narrow hips and my arms around his neck.
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