FREYA

My protest died down my throat as Jet moved in on me, instead of tying me up like he threatened, he caged me against the bed overboard with his body. I glared up at him, my face setting into an angry scowl. “Can we not do this?” I said, knowing I might fold with the way he was trying to distract me.

“Will you move your things back?”

“Not a chance.” I responded, letting out a sigh. “I do understand that you have a hard time expressing yourself and being vulnerable ...