"What are you doing in here?" She demanded. "This is my bedroom. You are not allowed in here,"
"He is?" Damien demanded, standing up and stalking towards her. His face was rigid, jaw clenched, dark eyes flaming into hers. She gulped, her heart beating furiously as she stared back at him.
"That's none of your business," She answered, heading for the bathroom. But Damien was quick and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pressing her against the door as he towered in front of her.
"Damien, what are you doing?" Hazel snapped, her mouth dry as hay as he leaned closer, his face inches way from her, eyes both sad and angry at the same time.
"Did he touch you?" He hissed.
"I said...it's none of your business," Hazel glared at him. "Move..."
"Like me?" He asked, pressing his hands
