I barely get two inches between us before his arms snake around my back, pulling me flush against his chest. “Drew…what are you doing?” I whisper, trying to wriggle out of his viselike grip. “Shhhh,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up my back. Two of his fingers reach around the side of my neck and press into the space just below my jaw. “I’m just feeling your pulse.”
NEGRO PLS GET TF AWAY
