The first thought that crossed my mind was…
Was he Australian?
I couldn’t help it. Don’t call me prejudiced, it was just that Australians called eachother ‘mate’ a lot. But then again, he didn’t have the accent, so what was he talking about.
Then I realised I had been gaping at him for half a minute and Trystan was on the floor.
I should help him.
“Ryan, what the hell?” I gasped, pushing him away from me, but his grip was so tight on me, I could feel his fingers digging into the skin of my waist. I didn’t really know what to do, because he was too strong for me, all muscles and strength. I closed my eyes, and tried to think of a different way to make him let go.
“Mine,” he muttered into my neck, making me bite my lip. He was really possessive all the sudden, and I didn’t like that.
