Demi
After my groundbreaking kiss with Everett, I’m hurrying toward my childhood room. My heart is racing, and my head is spinning with images from our time in the jacuzzi. I have no idea what is going on, but just as I’m about to turn the corner, someone grabs my hand. It’s Xander.
He pulls me toward him, his gaze searching mine. “What the hell is going on with you and my brother?” he says, his voice low and dangerous.
I try to pull away from him, but he tightens his grip, his fingers digging into my skin. “Let go of me, Xander,” I hiss, trying to yank my hand free.
But he doesn’t let go. Instead, he pulls me closer to him, his body pressed against mine. I can feel his hard muscles beneath his shirt, and my heart races as I realize how close we are.
“Answer me, Demi,” he says, his br
