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Amelia's pov

I let out a yelp, surprise by the sudden turn of events. Now I am dangling over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his bum in my face.

" Raiden!" I shriek, now horrified that he had me in his arms in seconds without any struggle on my part.

His low chuckle made me bite my tongue. " Put me down," I demanded, my voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt as I press against it. When he did not do what I asked and instead began to walk, I launch my fists against his back.

The punches must have been like tickles for him because he only chuckles. " Set me on my feet asshole!" I yelled.

He refuse to, instead holding me tighter against him. My head bobbed against his back, my teeth gritting as I feel the warmth of his skin caressing me.

I am infuriated that deep in my soul I do not want him to let me go. Because being in his arms feels like we are colliding, the universe colliding around us. Conflicted emotions swarm in me, stirring into a ball of fire.

" Put me down you b