I tried to free myself. "Dylan! Get off me!" I wiggled so he would drop me from lifting me inside of his arms. I felt my cheeks start to heat because of what he was doing. I hit his shoulder. "Dylan!"
Dylan gave me a death glare but I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Shh. Don't do that, Freya, or else I'll make love to you here on the stairs of your house." My eyes widened as I shuddered from what he said. "Yes. That's right. Did you hear it right? I'm dead serious. I would do it if you won't behave, I swear." He warned.
"You can't, can you?" I asked him without a second thought. He was in the middle of the stairs.
He stopped walking and turned his face at me. My mouth parched realizing our faces were so close to each other. His serious expression was in front of me. A sud
