CHAPTER 7

It's the longest few seconds of my life.

His lips move painfully slow towards mine. In that second, I panic with varying emotions whirling within me, yet still unable to move or do anything.

A torch light suddenly flashes in our direction and I regain control of my motor skills. I fly backwards, putting enough distance between us but lose my balance in the protest. Luckily, he's still holding my arm so his grip prevents me from hitting the hard ground.

"What are you two doing ...