CHAPTER 37: YOU WANT TO GET PUNISHED
AMANDA'S POV:
The force of Donovan’s push sent me stumbling back. My heart leaped into my throat as I felt my balance go, the floor rushing up to meet me. But before I could hit the hard linoleum, his hand shot out, gripping my arm like a vice. He jerked me back up, forcing me to stand steady on my feet, though my legs felt like they were made of water.
"What the hell are you doing here, Amanda?" he growled again, his face so close I could smell the mint on his breath and the underlying scent of his anger.
I was lost for words. My throat felt tight, and for a second, I forgot what I wanted to say to him. I had practiced this a hundred times on the bus ride over, but seeing the pure ice in his eyes made all those pretty words disappear.
