Shocked, I watched as he tossed my bag on the ground alongside his before lowering the zipper on his designer-looking jacket and shrugging it off. “Wh-what are you doing?” I strangled out, teeth chattering from the cold. “What do you think I’m doing?” he countered as he reached behind me and placed the hood of his jacket on my head and wrapped it around my shoulders. “You’re getting soaked out here.” “But you won’t have a jacket,” I blurted out. “But you will,” he shot back.
My Hearttttttt
