Preston crowds me against the door, his chest almost touching my arms as he leans his hands on the door beside my head. My body prickles with awareness that I both love and loathe. I want his hands on me so fucking badly, to use me, but he’s an asshole. Who wants to fuck the guy that makes their life miserable? Apparently, this dumbass. There’s something about him that calls to me. I want to be closer.
