As she was pushed against the door, she held her bag tightly, pressed the book in her hand tightly against her chest, then she lifted her gaze up only to be met by a pair of eyes.
Her heart doesn't stop drumming in her chest as she drinks in the shadowy figure looming over her, the pair of eyes fixed on nothing else, but her.
The book she was holding tightly in her chest seemed to lose its hold as her lips quivered in an attempt to call out a name.
"Zeenare.?"
It came out more like a question than certainty.
He let go of her shoulder, as he stepped closer to her. His eye moved over her stance before it settled that intense gaze back on her.
Then pressed his legs between her thighs, earning her a quiver and then a moan.
He leaned in, his lips grazing ear and whispered.
"I see you are holding yourself together well, Pumpkin."
