The heat from the room rushed to my face in an instant, spreading all the way to my ears.
"H-here's your, uh, m-materials," I stammered, pulling out of his arms, too afraid to look up.
"Luna, you're... stuttering now, huh?"
Holden leaned in closer, his long lashes fluttering.
My heart skipped. His fingers closed around the folder.
I let out a breath of relief.
But before I knew it, he grabbed my wrist, yanked me back into his arms, and kicked the door shut.
The folder hit the floor. The door slammed hard.
The noise startled me, and I shrank into his warm, damp chest.
"Ever since you finally made me your boyfriend, you've been giving me the cold shoulder. Little stutterer, you playing hard to get with me?"
'Playing hard to get, my ass.'
The temperature in the room shot up. Our br
