Jayla

"Harry," I whisper, shocked. He just smirks and moves closer to me.

My eyes widen and I panic, backing up. My back touches the cold railing and I realize that I'm in a balcony with practically no way out. My eyes desperately move to the door but he is guarding it, standing directly in front of it. There is no way of escaping.

His smirk widens and he starts pressing against me. I look away, disgusted.

"Move!" I say but my voice comes out weaker than I intended ...