AMBER POV
The gasps and murmurs around us barely registered as I pounded my fists against his broad back. “Put me down, you caveman!”
The scent hit me before I could process anything else—woodsy, fresh, intoxicating. Too good.
My stomach dropped.
Alek. AGAIN.
What was his problem? In the span of a week, he had acted like this twice—as if he cared. As if he had any right to drag me off like I belonged to him.
I froze for half a second, my body stiffening in disbelief, and that was all the time he needed. Alek’s long strides carried us toward the gym doors while I dangled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled, squirming, kicking, and punching with all the fury I could muster. “Put me down, you asshole!”
He didn’t answer. Didn’
