Alaina's POV
"Your room?" Alaina had the chance to look around and that was when she saw that she was indeed not in her room. Her face suddenly became red and she quietly got up. "I apologise." She said without looking at him.
"You should." Michael's tone was casual, but there was something behind the words, a layer of something I couldn't quite place.
And so I moved. I walked to the door and grabbed the door knob. When I did, that was when I felt Micheal's presence loomed closer. His hands were on me, grabbing my wrists with surprising speed.
I gasped, the shock of it sending a shiver through my body as he tugged me backward, forcing me against the wall. The cool surface hit my back with a sharp thud, the air knocked out of me. I could feel his body close—too close—and my pulse raced faster as he held me there. His hands, warm and firm around my wrists, pinned me with a quiet intensity I didn't understand.
"You okay?" He asked.
