satisfaction

“I know a lot of things, Winter.” He drawled. He sounded amused, and his hands slipped around my back, my body flush against his.

I huffed, my hands pushing against his chest as I attempted to distance myself from him.

“What the hell do you want?” I cried as his grip never ceased, my brows furrowing in frustration.

His smirk disappeared from his face, and I stopped struggling as his eyes bored into mine.

“You.”