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falls into me, and we both tumble to the floor.
I grunt, my back hitting the ground and my arms still around her
struggling body. She lies on top of me, her back against my chest.
She squirms, trying to get away, the friction of her ass pressing into my
groin. I tense, heat blanketing me.
Fuck.
She pulls my hand away, gritting under her breath. “Let me go.”
“Stop moving then.”
“You don’t get to judge me,” she goes on, turning her face to me, her
breath falling on my cheek. “Or jerk me around or make demands. I’m none
of your business.”
Her body struggles in my arm, and her ass rubs against me again,
making me groan.
But then I hear something.
I take her jaw, forcing her still as I whisper against her ear. “Shhh.”
She suddenly stills, and we both stop breathing as the guards enter the
library.
I catch a flash of light through the stacks and hear keys jingle. They’re
talking, but I can’t hear what they’re saying.
Ryen casts a worried look up to me, and I stare back, holding her gaze.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper low, for only us to hear as I
search her eyes. “You gonna turn me in?”
She lies there, breathing in and out but not making a move. My arm
around her waist tightens, and I can’t stop myself from moving my thumb
over the skin of her jaw.
Her eyes—those blue eyes—have a dozen different emotions going on
in them when she looks at me. She can say the nastiest things, but if I see
fear or sadness in her eyes, I’m done for.