shove Preston, taking him by surprise and forcing him to take a step back. His body tenses like I’ve never seen before, so far past pissed off it’s scary. “Don’t fucking touch me!” His voice is so low I almost don’t hear it. It has goose bumps breaking out along my skin. My hands immediately go up in a sign of surrender. Preston’s hands grip my shirt in tight fists, shoving me against my dresser, the knobs of the drawers digging into my back. “What the fuck are you doing?” I demand, a little more aroused than I’m comfortable with admitting; a strange mix of scared and turned the fuck on. Why
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