Jane
My heart stops beating when he suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me into the first room he sees. Within a second, I feel my back being pushed against the wall. If earlier, my heart stopped beating, then now it flies in an unexplainable marathon when I realise that we are inside the storage room with little to no sunlight filtering through the window, which is the only source of illumination.
"Nathan," I call his name carefully, aware of his intense, deep grey eyes on me, which, for some reason, look sharper in the low light. The sound of the door being locked rings clearly in my ears.
Exhilarated dread spreads in my chest at his actions, and I open my mouth to speak again, grabbing his arms to push him away, but as soon as I get into action, he leans forward and slams his lips on m
