Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
His cold eyes were now filled with amusement, and he tightened his grip on my wrist when I tried to yank my wrist away from his grip.
“Wh… what are you doing?” I asked him through my teeth, looking around anxiously. To my relief, everyone was busy with their stuff.
I was still trying to suppress the feeling ignited by the jolts of electricity running through my body, reaching straight to my lower abdomen, making me feel something churning there badly.
But it was hard when I wanted to go away from Emanuel and wanted to move a little closer to him at the same time.
It took me the whole will-strength of mine to control those overwhelming and unknown emotions, and I glared hard at him when he didn’t let my wrist go.
“What are you doing being so lovey-dovey
