Shana
My heart seems to be beating more forcefully than usual, thudding louder and louder. I’m barely able to catch my breath. I’m pretty sure I’m having a panic attack, which is understandable. William has removed my skis and is breathing down my neck while he tinkers with my jacket.
“I always get what I want,” his tone is dark, eyes even darken when they lock on mine. I stare back at him, and his lips quirk up into a merciless smile. “The best part is that no one will believe you if you told them about this. I could have anyone I wanted, so why would I take you by force?”
I say nothing. My brain isn’t working properly. Even time seems to be moving forward at a snail’s pace. I stare up at William, who leans over me. He is huge, big, and menacing, like all hockey players. I know I can’t
