Nala’s POV.
His words are so intense that I don’t realize I am holding my breath. I feel goosebumps pop out all over my skin as his thumb slowly caresses the length of my bottom lip.
“Just like you Nala, I am trapped in here and I want out.” He rasps, “I might not want to go to fashion school but trust me, we have so much in common and we can both help each other out.”
Cautiously, I take a step back, away from his touch, “how do you know that? Who are you and what are you talking about?”
“Oh c’mon Nala, I don’t have all day and I would really appreciate it if you don’t make things difficult.” He takes a step closer, regardless of how many times I step backwards. He just keeps coming closer.
“I know you are Gonzalo’s daughter and I know why you are here.” He claims.
My heartbeat accel
