Amelia's povHeart racing, palms sweating, mind running, I stare at him completely gobsmacked. His smirk widens at my reaction which finally pulls me out of my state of shock. How cocky can one be?I rip my eyes away, continuing to look interested in the books. " That's your problem and not mine," I say hotly, trying to reign in my composure. My body buzzes with awareness when he moves away from the shelf and struts over to me. " Oh but it has everything to do with you spitfire," he rasp, now so close I can smell him. I embarrassingly take in a whiff and move my head away so he would not see my reaction. My heart pounds against my chest and butterflies flutter up my ribcage. Goosebumps rise on my skin when he leans in, placing his hand on the bookshelf beside my head, trapping me between him and the shelves. " Who do you think caused this little problem?" his hot breath is fanning against my neck, making me sink my teeth into my lower lip even more. " Get away from me," I hiss, yet
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