“Shh.” A strong arm locks around my waist, yanking me into the pitch-black bathroom. The door clicks shut behind me in the dark, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. Nash’s cologne envelops me, firm planes of muscle pressing into my back. I wriggle in his grip, making a half-hearted attempt to break free. His husky laugh echoes off the bathroom walls, and his hold on me tightens, securing me against him with no possibility of escape.
