“Joel, what are you doing here?” I ask, glancing down the corridor behind him to see if anyone else is around and seeing we are alone.
“Can we talk?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets, and I fight the urge to throw my arms around him.
“I think it’s best we don’t. I don’t want to drag you back into all this. Go and live your life, Joel,” I say and push the door closed.
Before the door clicks shut, Joel slams his hand against it. Pushing it open. He barges into the room and grips my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his hips on instinct, and he kicks the door closed behind him as his lips meet mine. He kisses me with fierce desperation, claiming my mouth possessively. He walks to the bed, pressing his body on top of mine as he lays me down on it.
“This is me liv
