"I m quick to haul on skinny jeans and then carefully take the sneakers he holds out to me so that we don t graze fingers. I pull them on over bare feet before standing back up with a deflated sigh. Arrick slings my bag on his shoulder and slides my phone into the front pocket of his hoody, making it clear he s giving me no chance of escape."
" Don t make me go back home, Arry. I try one more time, appealing to his softer side with doe eyes and a wobbling voice, but he only catches hold of my upper arm as he passes me and yanks me with him."
" Don t. I am in no f*****g mood to have Bambi eyes and begging from you. It won t work on me this time, Sophie. I am so beyond livid with you; I really would consider f*****g s******g you. He hauls me at speed to the front door, stopping a
