Cheryl's POV:
I pushed against the door, glaring at Eric with irritation as I pointed out that this was the ladies' restroom.
But Eric, with that smug grin of his, barged in like he owned the place. “And?” he said, his tone light, almost teasing.
I had no choice but to step back, my back hitting the cold, unforgiving edge of the sink. The cold marble bit into my back, sending a shiver racing down my spine, and my heart began pounding wildly, out of control.
“What do you want?” I hissed through clenched teeth, keeping my voice low, hoping no one would overhear.
Eric’s eyes narrowed, and in an instant, his hand shot out, grabbing the back of my neck with a grip that was almost too intense to bear. His warm breath tickled my skin as he demanded, “You didn’t sleep with Zack, and you didn’
