~Elena~
He didn’t move when I shoved him. Not even a little. He just stood there and I swear on every version of reality, the worst part wasn’t that he didn’t flinch—it was that he smiled.
A kind of, male smile that starts at the mouth but spreads to the eyes, the kind of smile that says you’re already mine, little girl, whether you realize it or not.
“Feisty,” he murmured, like he was tasting the word. “I like that.”
I wanted to throw something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run back in time and never sign up for this class, never walk into that lecture hall, never sit in the front row and cross my legs when he looked at me because clearly that was the moment everything went to hell.
But I couldn’t move. My legs weren’t working. My lungs were barely catching up and my body? My bo
