Zelena.
We got to Gunner’s room with me still hanging over his shoulder, using his foot he flicked the door closed behind us. My heart was racing, and my stomach was doing excited backflips. He threw me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. A flash of fear tore through me at my inability to move. Being tied down to endure a punishment has been a reoccurring thing in my life, so it's safe to say a little bit of claustrophobia has set in.
Gunner held my wrists with one hand and using the other he gripped the back of my knee lifting it up so that my leg was around his waist. His face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath. If I just lifted my head a little bit, I could feel those lips. He squeezed my thigh, pressing his fingertips
