CALVIN || TRINITY BOYS

TEASER

A sudden grip on my waist shoves me forward against the counter, a sudden shriek escaping my lips only to have a firm hand cover my mouth. An arm snakes around my waist, holding me against their solid chest.

Is that abs I feel?

Oh god Reagan, SNAP OUT OF IT.

I shake the thoughts out of my head, thrashing in this stranger's hold.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Demands a smooth, deep voice. I let out a muffled string of words, hoping he'd get the hint that I can't fucking talk with his hand on my damn mouth.

I'm feeling my bubble burst.

I feel his grip on my waist tighten as the hand that covers my mouth fall freely away. I blow out a heavy sigh before snapping angrily. "Unhand me, you bastard! I should ask who you are!" I felt my accent thicken with rage.

"You're the stranger in my home. You tell me who you are." His voice drips with authority but I totally ignore it, glancing down to see that he was also barefeet. Without thinking further, I jab my foot down onto his - shoving him back the moment his arm loosens. I feel him grunt in pain, stumbling back.

I take this opportunity to shove him onto the floor, both hands planted near his shoulders as we both fall down. He nearly hits the vase behind him but my hand decides to instinctively shove it aside, causing it to tumble and shatter in pieces.

We land on the floor with a thud and I willingly straddle his torso, keeping him pinned as I grab the nearest thing to me.

A fucking thick-arse book.

Threatening, I know.