Prisca's POV
What sort of torture is this!
When Cedric pressed me to the closed door, I didn’t notice how close we were standing to each other. I was trapped between his brawny arms, which were at my eye level. His hands were resting on the door on either side of me as if trying to prevent my movements. To make it worst, I could clearly see his partly exposed, well-defined chest.
I gulped and try to avert my eyes somewhere else. Unfortunately, he towers over me with his figure, which made me hard to look at anything else. I decided to shut my eyes at the end as if it was the only way to escape from what I was seeing.
Then another sensation started to bother me. I could sense his body warmth somewhat. We were that close to each other. His hot breath caressed one side of my face; awfully
