MILLICENT
I opened my mouth to speak, maybe to yell, maybe to tell him to back the hell up, but Zayne raised one hand and pressed his palm over my lips before I could even get a syllable out.
His other hand was still firm on my waist, his body close enough that I could feel every shift of his chest with every breath he took.
He didn’t say anything, just looked down at me with those beautiful blue, unreadable eyes, the kind of stare that made my knees weak and my thoughts even weaker.
My brows pulled together in confusion, but I didn’t fight his hand anymore and that’s when I heard a strange sound that seemed to be coming from behind the locker I was pressed on.
At first, it was faint, a soft thud, then another. I tilted my head slightly, but Zayne didn’t let me move far. His hand sta
