Freya's Point of view:
Mason quickly removed his hand from my jeans, and I scrambled to do them back up. I was pushing my back against the door, trying my best to keep Damien out.
"s**t, s**t, s**t!" Mason whispered in a panic.
"Quick, go out the window," I said quietly while pointing to the open bathroom window.
"You can't be serious?" He looked at me like I was crazy, as we both pushed harder against the door trying to keep Damien out.
"You got any better ideas?" I asked him with one eyebrow raised. He shook his head and mouthed, One... Two... Three, then sprinted as fast as he could, and then dove head first out of the window. I giggled and lost my grip on the door, then I went flying across the bathroom floor and smacked into the bath panel.
"Freya are you ok? Why wouldn't the do
