“I’m pissed off because I love you, Layla, and the idea of losing you fucking terrifies me!” “And I wasn’t going to chance losing you! Because I love you, you annoying, self-important and overcontrolling—” Roth shot forward, clasping my wrists in his. Pressing me back against the wall, he pinned my hands above my head. Our bodies were flushed, and my heart pounded erratically as he dipped his head.
