BELLAS P.O.V-
Andy pulled my back away from the car and his hand encased my wrist. His hold was always so tight. Almost like he was making sure I wasn't going to run away.
He led me through the parking lot and away from the car. His pace was fast and I almost stumbled.
We entered the front doors and were soon in an elevator on the way up to the 5th floor. Andy was quiet and I could tell that he was thinking.
"Are you still gonna let me drink?" I broke the silence and he looked at me grinning with one thick black eyebrow raised.
"Are you scared to let me f**k you sober?" He had lowered his voice a few octaves like he always did. Very seductively.
"I-I, no it's not-"
He turned, very quickly. And pushed my back against the elevator wall. One hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look in
