As I stood frozen, his fingers wrapped around my wrist like a vice, I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. My skin burned where he touched me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could feel my pulse racing beneath his fingertips
"Let me go,"* I spat, trying to tug my arm free. But he held firm, his grip unyielding*
"Not until you hear me out," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spinehis faces comes closer to you Nd you feel HOT*
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