RORY
My first instinct is to freak the f**k out.
I open my mouth to scream when a big hand clamps over it and effectively stops me from producing any sound. Whimpering into the palm, and a bit turned on—because what the hell is happening right now?—I tilt my head and look up...and up into a face that belongs to none other than Carter.
Somehow, my body must have known that it had been him pulling me aside and thats why I hadn’t panicked the way I should have. Why I’m growing wet just from being dragged into a room.
Maybe I need to get myself checked.
The only light coming into the room is from the tiny gap between the curtains and it’s not bright enough for me to see his expression, but I don’t have to see his face to know that he is angry. The emotion is basically rolling off of h
