“Like hell you will,” I said, crossing my arms. Before I knew what was happening he had me by the shoulders, pushing me backwards, and in two short steps his body was pressing me against the brick wall of the building, my wrists pinned above my head.
“You don’t believe me?” he said, his mouth millimetres from my ear. “You want to push me a little further tonight, find out if I’m really any safer than one of those things?” His eyes were sparking with anger, and as the silence lengthened between us and our breath mingled, his gaze kept flicking from my eyes to my mouth.
Without thinking I parted my lips.
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