“Where are you going?” He asked when she looked back at him in shock.
She twisted her wrist in his grip to free it but his grip only got tighter.
“What are you doing? You’re hurting me,” Emily said with a wince and, one pull, he gathered her in his arms.
His grip loosened a bit but he didn’t let go of her hand.
“Where are you going?” He asked, gathering her closer. Emily looked up with a frown and pressed her lips in a thin line to express her distaste.
“I am going home,” Emily said and glared at him.
Oliver stared into her eyes for a second and then shook his head.
“Who said you can go home?” He asked and before she could reply, he scooped her up in his arms and walked around, carrying her to his room.
“Oliver? What are you doing?” Emily whispered so that no one could hear her. Sh
