Gwen's POV"Did you just throw me?" I asked in disbelief, staring at my hands as they shook where I'd been thrown off the floor. I stood up and fixed myself up. When I looked up, he was smirking like it was no big deal. "Wake up, please!"He didn't respond. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of me, pulled me aggressively to the wall, and pinned my hands above my head, preventing me from moving.With his weight pressed down on me, I tried to remain calm and focused on what I needed to do next. I stared into those dark, intense eyes that were now boring into my soul and said quietly, "Please, wake up. It's me, Gwen."My words seemed to lose meaning when he leaned closer, his face inches away from mine. He was breathing very hard, his chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths as if he'd run a long distance. His gaze locked with mine, and even though he was looking me right in the eyes, I didn't feel any warmth or intimacy when I looked back at him. There is somethi
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