PIN ME UP AGAINST THE WALL 4

The shock causes us to pull apart, my head smacking against the hood of the car, I ignore the pain to search for the owner of the voice, Aryan’s hold around my waist tightens out of reflex than anything. Both of us holding our breaths, waiting for who had called his name.

“Chris.” I breath in relief.

He gestured for us to wind down the windows, and I automatically press the buttons, giving me a view of his disgust clouded expression,

“What the hell do you think you are a doing? In broad daylight? And in public?”

I look around us, Aryan had put the car in park but the car was slanted, not close to the pub and definitely in public eye. I straighten my top and start to climb down from Aryan’s legs, but he pulls me down back to his legs, stunned, I watch his face for an explanation but he was staring at Chris, and Chris’s jaw worked hard.

“He is right, anybody could have seen.” I tell him softly, trying and succeeding this time to lift myself off his legs.

“Melanie, come out.” Chris sa