ASHLEY
My hands, still pressed against the door, scrabbles furiously at the grip of his fingers.
I twist, try to pry them away, but his fingers are strong, unyielding.
I can feel Caleb's palm on the door knob already, trying to turn it.
I twist my hands again, a wave of panic rushing through me. I grit my teeth, trying to hide how his actions can mess things up for the rest of my life.
“Let go of my hands,” I whisper, low enough that only him can hear. My breathing is ragged.
His eyes darken, a mischievous glint in them that makes my heart pound faster.
“It won't be bad if he comes in and sees us like this, rainbow.” He is amused. This guy is amused at my situation. He isn't bothered one bit.
My mind races—Caleb coming in here to see this, the look in his eyes. Gosh. I won’t be a
