The door opens behind me, making me jump and pull my head toward it to see who it is. Preston stands rooted to the floor, his eyes locked on his dad’s grip on my face. “What the hell are you doing?” Instantly, he’s radiating with some mix of fear and rage. I know he’s scared of his dad, but tonight, he’s proven he’s overly-protective of me. To be honest, I’m a little afraid of what is going to happen next.
