Diana
Strong hands squeezed my throat, forcing tiny crackling sounds of air out of my mouth. I scratched and begged at his hands. Gray let me go and took a step back, as if to look at me with disgust.
"What the f**k, Diana?" His face showed both anger and pain. He was breathing so strangely that I thought he might move right now.
"I promise, it's nothing," I said, but I couldn't look him in the eyes because I could see the color of his eyes changing. I shut my eyes to try to concentrate and stop the storm from coming.
"That didn't look like nothing! Did you do that because you knew I'd be here?" Gray stepped closer, closing the space between our bodies again, his breath fanning my neck.
"No, I didn't know you'd be here," I replied. He had never played sports or done anything else bes
